The little girl tilted her head up, blinking her big eyes, and asked curiously, "What's a Ghost Spirit? Can you eat it? Is it tasty?"
'Heh, I never would have guessed this little one was such a foodie.'
Zhao Yuan patiently explained, "A Ghost Spirit isn't something you eat. It's a type of master-servant relationship."
The little girl, who may or may not have understood, tilted her head and thought for a good while before asking again, "So, if I become a Ghost Spirit, can I stay by Dad's side forever?"
"That's right." Zhao Yuan nodded. "The relationship between a Ghost Spirit and its host lasts a lifetime. So, unless I die, you can always stay by my side."
The little girl shot to her feet, waving her two small fists, and said with a serious expression, "I won't let Dad die!"
Her expression and her posture were so adorable it was almost overwhelming.
Zhao Yuan was amused and touched. He smiled and said, "Alright, I'll be counting on you to protect me from now on!"
