The child lost their biological father and doesn't want to lose other relatives.
But she had no other choice, she could only hold onto the puppet and study it to the death."
"Hmm..." Li Yuan nodded, starting to worry about the Carpenter's Shop, but he wouldn't let his wife risk testing the ghost.
...
...
Several days later.
A carriage pulled up at the entrance corner tower of Baihua Manor, and stepping off was an unexpected guest.
A tall swordswoman wearing a veiled conical hat carefully lifted a wheelchair down from the carriage, setting it onto the lush muddy ground.
In the wheelchair sat a young girl also wearing the same style conical hat, with snowy hands supporting her cheeks, staring blankly into the distance.
A snow-white sword robe draped over her long legs, though they were limp, as if devoid of any power.
"Miss, we've arrived."
The swordswoman called Pang Han.
And the girl in the wheelchair was Pang Yuanhua.
