Hearing Xie Xiaofeng praise his painting as not bad, the ghost boy, who had been hostile towards him and the world, was momentarily stunned, and by the time he came to, tears were streaming down his face.
"Do you really think I painted well?" the ghost boy asked, looking at Xie Xiaofeng. His eyes were filled with a longing for affirmation.
Xie Xiaofeng nodded firmly, "I really think so, especially the eyes, they're so lifelike, I don't know how you managed to do it."
The ghost boy scratched his head and laughed awkwardly; it was the first time Xie Xiaofeng had seen him smile, and also the first time he had smiled since becoming a ghost.
Xie Xiaofeng, Ye Yuqiao, and Chen Hao, who was watching from a distance with Nether Vision, had not expected that a malevolent ghost with such deep resentment could smile so innocently and purely, especially after it had killed so many people.