"Who?"
Nan Moxin was startled and looked around.
In the large glass house, except for the furniture, there was only her and... a ghost!
"Your mommy calls me Xiao Guai."
The voice echoed again in her mind.
This time, Nan Moxin could confirm that someone familiar was talking to her.
"You can call me that too, don't be afraid, I'll help you," Xiao Guai said with a cheerful smile.
Thanks to Nan Moxin's timely appearance in Jian Xi's womb, it allowed the once faint presence to survive.
Having coexisted for eighteen years, Nan Moxin quickly let her guard down with Xiao Guai.
She blinked: "Where are you? Why can't I see you?"
"I'm in your mind, in your eyes," Xiao Guai cleared his throat, "A brief self-introduction. I am Xiao Guai, a special form of spiritual power. I was once your mommy's good partner, later on a deserted island she crippled me to defeat the enemy. Then I came to you, thanks for nurturing me for eighteen years, I, Xiao Guai, am whole again!"
