When did this nightmare begin?
Zhou Ji remembers it clearly; it was the first day she moved out of the villa after filing for divorce.
At first, there were only hazy, indistinct images: a magnificent yet imposing palace covered in snow.
Birds perched on the eaves, creating a peaceful scene.
He heard a low sob, as if it were being forced down in the throat, afraid to utter it, yet unable to stop.
He felt oppressed and suffocated.
An invisible hand slowly clenched his heart, gradually squeezing out the breath from his lungs.
As the fog gradually dissipated, he even felt a bit resistant.
"My lord, please grant the princess some peace."
“The dead cannot be brought back to life. Once they are dead, they are dead. You and the princess did not have any deep-seated hatred. Now you should have vented your anger. Let her rest in peace.”
"Even though it is the dead of winter, the corpses cannot be left here for long."
The voice trembled, filled with both reverence and fear.
Zhou Ji looked in the direction of the sound and saw only a tall, aloof figure in a dark brocade robe, which seemed to blend into the pitch-black night.
Blood was still trickling down his hands; his palms were probably injured, and blood was flowing freely. Even with bandages wrapped around his hands, the bleeding couldn't be stopped.
The man said nothing.
The woman in front of him kept kowtowing, her voice choked with sobs, almost on the verge of tears, pleading, "Please, Your Honor, have mercy and spare my sister."
"Don't let her die with her eyes open in disgrace."
At first, these dreams were still unclear and ambiguous.
Last night, Zhou Ji closed his eyes and was pulled into a dream again. This time he finally saw her face clearly. The woman lying in the hall had the same face as Jiang Yue.
Even after waking up, Zhou Ji was still in the throes of the dream, feeling both pain and numbness.
At this moment, looking at her, he felt as if he were still in a dream where reality and illusion were indistinguishable.
Jiang Yue felt a chill run down her spine from his gaze.
The man's pupils were like graphite, pure black, as if covered with a layer of frost.
His gaze toward her carried a rare hint of aggression.
He had become a little thinner, and the light and shadow perfectly outlined the man's handsome and cold features. His eyes were calm, and his lips were slightly pursed, which made his aloofness even more obvious.
Jiang Yue sensed something was wrong with him, and even had a keen, animalistic intuition that he was in danger.
She suppressed her unease, pursed her lips, and asked softly, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Zhou Ji silently concealed his emotions, appearing no different from usual, cold and indifferent, as if he were just a little quiet.
The man took two steps forward, his fingertips landing on her soft cheek. Only by touching her real, tender skin could he feel anything.
Only then did I grasp a glimmer of hope from the nightmare of gain and loss.
"Aren't you scared to stay here tonight?"
They were so close, their breaths mingled, an intimacy that bordered on the obsessive.
Jiang Yue turned her face slightly away, suppressing the slight unease in her heart. Perhaps the fireplace was burning too brightly, or perhaps the air inside wasn't circulating well, but she felt very hot inside. Her face was so hot from the heat that a slightly flushed blush spread across her delicate, fair cheeks.
"I'm not afraid."
What's so scary about that?
Although this castle is quite old, she is not the only one living here; there are other staff members as well.
Zhou Ji gave a faint "hmm," then casually remarked, "It feels like quite a few people have died here."
Jiang Yue immediately exploded, as if she had stepped on a kitten's tail. She glared at him and said righteously, "What nonsense are you spouting? You're no different from those bad people who like to spread rumors online."
Zhou Ji paused for a moment, then played along perfectly: "Okay, I was just talking nonsense."
On the contrary, this lack of hesitation, without even a second's hesitation, is even less convincing and seems very perfunctory, clearly just saying nice things to flatter people.
Jiang Yue felt uneasy. She hadn't thought anything of it before, but now she felt like ghosts were watching her from all directions.
She silently moved forward, getting a little closer to him.
Zhou Ji's lips curved slightly, but the faint smile was fleeting. After a moment of silence, he said with a guilty expression, "I thought you knew."
Jiang Yue was furious: "If you don't tell me, I'll never know."
Zhou Ji looked at her slightly hunched shoulders, her dark and beautiful eyes darting around as if she were carefully observing the surroundings of the living room.
I really want to close my eyes, but I'm not quite sure I do.
Its uneasy and cautious demeanor was just like that of a newborn animal.
Zhou Ji glanced at his watch casually: "It's so late, I won't disturb your rest."
Jiang Yue's voice was short and sharp, and she subconsciously grabbed his arm: "Wait a minute."
Her eyelashes trembled, her fingers curled up, gripping his sleeve tightly. "Wait until they come back before you leave."
How could he scare people and then run away?!
The once warm castle suddenly felt eerie to her.
Especially at night, the surroundings are quiet and still.
Only the sound of the night wind slapping against the glass was even more eerie.
The live stream camera, placed in the corner of the living room and turned on at some point, was flashing a faint white light. The staff member had forgotten to turn it off when they left.
The number of viewers in the live stream surged to over 100,000 in just a few minutes.
The barrage of comments initially filled with question marks, but later turned into exclamation marks.
【Ugh, what's with the 'ugh'? Who said this Zhou family member doesn't like to talk? I think he talks quite a lot.】
[Seriously? I'm probably the only woman in the whole world who believes in ghosts. Zhou Ji, that scheming dog, is trying to scare the timid.]
He's so cunning!
[Baby! Don't be fooled! He's lying to you!]
[Anyone who sees this wouldn't praise the skillful methods used—scaring people and then leaving. Anyone would be shoving them and not letting them go.]
[@Zhou Ji, you've got quite a few tricks up your sleeve when it comes to winning over your wife.]
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