“Lil Bing!”

“Yes! Yes!” I answered at Uncle Mason’s roar. Even as I felt relieved, I still watched Uncle Mason’s eyes worriedly.

Because Harry had become a water ghost. How could he and Sis Ceci accept it?

Uncle Mason slowly removed his hands from my shoulders. I felt a heavy weight on my heart. How could I comfort Uncle Mason?

“That’s great… That’s great…” Uncle Mason finally said.

I watched Uncle Mason anxiously but he smiled as he teared up. “It’s great that it’s him. The silly child is still alive. He is still alive…” Uncle Mason shed tears of joy. “It’s great that he’s still alive… I knew that our Harry is a blessed child…” He broke down and cried, “He wouldn’t die so easily…”

“I’m sorry…” Watching...