C238 CHAPTER238

"Mother," Xue'er called out as she returned home, cradling a small wooden bowl. "It's time for dinner."

A pale Banshee struggled to sit up from the bed. "Xue'er, you go ahead and eat."

"I've already eaten," Xue'er replied, bringing the bowl to her mother's bedside and stepping up on a stool. "Let me feed you."

"You're such a good child," the Banshee said with affection