Lin Wanyue, with her short little legs, quickly ran over, used her two little hands to support herself on the edge of the bed, and clumsily climbed to the side of the little boy.

As Lin Wanyue got closer, she realized that the little boy looked to be only seven or eight years old. He resembled Qi Sichen in appearance, both having overly delicate, somewhat feminine faces.

She stretched out her slightly chubby little finger and gently tapped the boy's furrowed brow, confirming her guess.

A slight coolness gently brushed across his forehead, making him feel much more comfortable and relaxed.

Qi Sichen watched from the side, remaining expressionless, but in his heart he began to believe, to some extent, what Liang Xin and the others had boasted about earlier.

It seems that this little girl, whom they call a little fairy, is indeed quite extraordinary.

Lin Wanyue sat on the soft bed and let out a soft "Eh".

"What's wrong? Did you find something?" Qi Sichen asked hurriedly.

Lin Wanyue tilted her head and pointed her little finger towards the boy's bedside: "This young man is amazing. He's been haunted by so many ghosts, yet he's still alive."

Qi Sichen: "..."

"A ghost?" Qi Sichen repeated, seemingly somewhat skeptical of Lin Wanyue's assessment.

“Yes!” Lin Wanyue nodded, then pointed in the direction above the little boy’s head and said seriously, “There are two of them there. They look very fierce, and they are female ghosts wearing red clothes.”

In folklore, female ghosts dressed in red are traditionally considered malevolent and extremely fierce.

If an ordinary person were to be entangled by a ghost, they would probably not live more than seven days before dying.