"Queen Mother, I'm so cold."
Dongfang Jin stepped toward Nalan Yan'er, one step at a time.
He was crying and trying to reach out his hand, wanting Nalan Yan'er to embrace him, but how could Nalan Yan'er dare to come closer? In her mind, the scene of the day she smothered Dongfang Jin's head with bedding, suffocating him to death, kept flashing before her eyes.
"This can't be real, Jinjin, you're clearly already dead, your body has been cremated. I've even asked accomplished monks to repeatedly chant sutras for the salvation of your soul."
Nalan Yan'er's face turned deathly pale with fright.
But the child before her was unmistakably Jinjin.
When the child touched her, Nalan Yan'er couldn't help but let out a high-pitched scream.
"Don't come near me, don't come near me."
"Queen Mother, why won't you hold me anymore? I'm really so very cold."
Dongfang Jin continued crying and trying to cling to her.
