"After a year, my mom took me and left that house with nothing. Life was tough, but my mom and I were happy. Things were slowly getting better, and I even got into university. But I didn't expect them to still haunt us. My dad didn't adopt my cousin; instead, he remarried, and they soon had another boy. But when he was three, he got leukemia. I had just finished my college entrance exam when they approached me, wanting me to be a match for their child. My mom refused. During the argument, my mom was hit on the head and hit the corner of the table. I was forced to get a match, and it actually worked! But my mom didn't get timely treatment and became a vegetable due to lack of oxygen. So I jumped off the building with my mom in my arms." Zhang Qian said, her head bowed.

Tao Ying "..."

"And now? How much time has passed?" Tao Ying asked softly.

“It’s been three years, and no one has been able to find a match for that child. He’s surviving on drugs. I want revenge, but I can’t get close to him. Only that child can see me, and I don’t want to scare him.” Zhang Qian felt so useless. She clearly didn’t like that child, but she still couldn’t bring herself to frighten him.

"You are a kind child." Tao Ying gently hugged Zhang Qian. This child was the same age as Bao Shan, still a child, and yet she was able to refrain from taking her anger out on the child.

"I don't want to be a good child. I want to avenge my mother. I just want that man to pay the price." Zhang Qian shed a tear.

The moment that tear fell, Tao Ying noticed that Zhang Qian's soul had become lighter.

“Good child, let’s not cry. You’ve been with me for so long searching for our child, so I’ll go with you to seek revenge.” Tao Ying said without any hesitation.

“That won’t do. You have accumulated merit, and if you want to be reincarnated, you can find a ghost messenger. If you really help me take revenge, you’ll be entangled in karma and will never be able to take revenge again. I can’t do that to you.” Zhang Qian shook her head.

My mother taught me from a young age to be a kind person.

“I don’t want to be reincarnated. I want to find my son. Even if I can’t find him, I don’t want to be reincarnated. The first half of my life went smoothly, but I died in a daze in middle age. I still don’t understand why. I have too much resentment on my body. I can’t be reincarnated. I might as well come with you to see him. I hope my child will also have someone to help him.” Tao Ying said with a smile.

Tao Ying, now middle-aged, is not a kind person. She has no goals and knows nothing about the world. After being locked up by the old monk for so many years, she might as well travel around with this child.

What if they run into Baojun? If they dared to treat Baojun like that, he certainly wouldn't have a good ending either; he might even become a wandering ghost.

Even if it meant becoming a vengeful ghost, he would protect Baojun.

"Aunt Tao, thank you." Zhang Qian looked at Tao Ying with gratitude.

"Let's go find your dad." Tao Ying grabbed Zhang Qian's hand, intending to jump off the windowsill, but found herself floating up, which surprised her.

"Aunt Tao, you're acting like you're a new soul." Zhang Qian couldn't help but laugh when she saw Tao Ying's expression.

“It’s not like I’m a new soul. I’ve been locked up all along, and I died in 1980.” Tao Ying wasn’t embarrassed.

"Then I'll guide you through becoming a proper ghost from now on," Zhang Qian said cheerfully, floating beside Tao Ying.

“Okay, then teach me a few moves, and I’ll protect you.” Tao Ying nodded vigorously.