Despite having been a wandering ghost for many years, Little Xin Zhuo was ultimately just a child.
He was unlike Xin Lin, a Hundred Life Evil Ghost, whose heart was impervious to blades and hard as rock.
Little Xin Zhuo was a sensible child and could see that reviving this woman would likely bring trouble upon Sister and himself.
He had already caused Sister plenty of trouble.
But deep down, he yearned for a home and a mother who would love him.
The blood ties within the little boy made him naturally fond of the woman.
Mother... home...
These words were far too distant for Xin Lin.
But when she met Little Xin Zhuo's clear eyes, she sighed softly in her heart.
She patted Little Xin Zhuo, who was only slightly shorter than herself, and bent down to check the woman's throat.
At her throat, Xin Lin indeed felt a raised object.
After considering, Xin Lin gestured to Little Xin Zhuo to help her prop up the woman against a nearby tree.
