I don't know what I'm blaming him for.

...didn't let her watch him take a bath? Jiang Wenchao suddenly paused.

After dinner, Jiang Wenchao returned to his room and the little ghost was gone.

He pushed open the door and a head suddenly popped up in front of him.

The little ghost rolled his eyes, stuck out his tongue, and made strange noises in his throat as he slowly approached him.

The wind outside was blowing at the right moment, and the strong wind was hitting the windows, adding to the terrifying atmosphere.

"It's not as good looking as before." Jiang Wenchao said.

Yu Huan's eyes suddenly widened.

She retracted her tongue angrily, feeling a little annoyed and angry, and disappeared like the wind.

Jiang Wenchao's expression remained unchanged. He closed the door and went to the sink to brush his teeth.

In the blink of an eye, black mist seeped out of the mirror. The little ghost had disheveled hair and his hands were bent into claws, which he stretched out to scratch Jiang Wenchao.

"Give me back my life..." She shouted in a sinister tone, her eyes like black pearls filled with resentment - sorrow and complaint, making people feel like there was a moldy mushroom on their heads.

"Cute." Jiang Wenchao praised her.

The little ghost suddenly froze, standing there in disbelief like a robot that had run out of power. It took him a long time to realize what he meant, and he bared his teeth at Jiang Wenchao viciously.

Damn it, he actually looked down on her like that!

He's finished.

He had offended the most vicious and terrifying ghost in the world. Yu Huan would keep pestering him and asking him to make things worse.

Here, Chi Jing and Qi Yan'an discovered Aunt Chen's problem, and they always felt that there must be some secret hidden in this villa.

They originally wanted to go to Aunt Chen's room to take a look, but as soon as they approached, they were discovered by Aunt Liu, who asked them what they were doing there.

Qi Yan'an lied and said that he came over out of curiosity to see the paintings on the wall, and only then did he get away with it.

They were discovered before they could do anything. The two of them returned upstairs like wilted grass. Just when they were feeling depressed, Qi Yan'an suddenly discovered that there was an attic upstairs.

An attic that no one usually goes into.

The door is locked.

Qi Yan'an lied that his room was locked from the inside and asked Aunt Chen for a set of keys.

Chi Jing ran upstairs to unlock the door, and Qi Yanan went to call Jiang Wenchao.

After trying them one by one, I finally found the key to the corresponding attic.

With a "click", the lock opened.

Chi Jing pushed the door tentatively. The door panel, which had not been moved for a long time, made a teeth-grinding creaking sound, and the tiny particles brought up were sucked into his nose, choking him so much that he couldn't help coughing.

The door was wide open, and light streamed in along the door panels.

The old things that sealed the memories were covered with thick dust. They had been forgotten for too long, and missed for too long. On a rainy morning, some damp rain seeped in through the arched windows of the attic, sliding down quietly like teardrops.

A long-forgotten memory, waiting for someone to remember it.