"Even food can't shut you up. What are you saying? These beef jerky weren't bought by her, they were bought by her father. Her father locks her in the house every day. She hasn't left the house for two or three months now." The short-haired female ghost glared at the male ghost and snorted twice.
The short-haired female ghost looked at the little girl's cute face and grinned, "Could you please learn from me and do something? Look, I helped her braid her hair, isn't it pretty? The poor little girl probably thought her father tied it for her when he came home at night."
"That's true." The male ghost sighed, as if thinking of something. "Ever since her parents divorced, her father has been busy with work and is rarely home. How long has it been since we've seen her smile?"
"Shh! Don't mention the divorce, she'll be upset if she hears it."
"It's okay, she can't hear us anyway."
...
In the dimly lit corner, Bai Ze unconsciously lowered his voice and said, "I, Miss Yue, these wandering souls do not seem to be evil spirits."
"have no idea."
Wu Yue replied somewhat absentmindedly. Only now did she see the little girl's face clearly. Her skin was as soft as any other child's, full of childlike innocence, but she lacked the vitality that should have been there.
Wu Yue blinked and took a few steps forward, trying to see the face more clearly in the dim light.
Yes, that's right...
The little girl seemed to sense something and turned her head, gazing intently at the corner.
“Miss Moon, don’t you think this child looks a bit like you? Or rather, more like the paper figure in your hand.”
"yes."
Wu Yue nodded, her eyes filled with an unreadable emotion: "She looks exactly like me when I was a child. Hmm, she might be a projection of me when I was a child."
"What does that mean?"
"Bai Tang really went to great lengths for me."
Upon hearing the girl's words, Bai Ze then saw the guy who kept his distance from ghosts slowly walk towards the sofa and sit down.
To his astonishment, Wu Yue and the girl became one.
Bai Ze was startled, his brows furrowed, and he called out to Wu Yue, "Miss Yue! Miss Yue?"
In the hall filled with the sound of the television, apart from the whispers of the children, Bai Ze could not hear any response from Wu Yue. He was momentarily panicked, but this panic was not because he was worried about Wu Yue, but because he was afraid that he would lose contact with her.
Just then, a small paper figure jumped into his palm.
Bai Ze looked down.
This is... something belonging to Miss Yue, I think her name is Cuihua?
Cuihua bounced 15 times irregularly but precisely in Bai Ze's palm.
"fine".
This was the first time Bai Ze had been comforted by a little paper doll, and he breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Bai Ze remained invisible, and the little girl on the sofa suddenly stood up.
Bai Ze looked at her intently, but found no trace of Wu Yue.
As the little devils said, the little girl didn't smile much and looked quite aloof, a word that shouldn't be used to describe a child of such a young age. But Bai Ze could truly sense the hint of dejection within her aloofness.
The little girl walked to the refrigerator, opened the door, and took out a bottle of wine with a dark green glass body. She examined the bottle, then used a great deal of force to pry open the cap.
Just as everyone was confused, the little girl walked to the sliding door of the balcony with a bottle of wine. "Uncle, are you new here? Please have a drink."
The man at the door looked up, his chin covered in stubble, and his deep, captivating eyes gradually focused. He had shoulder-length hair parted in the middle, disheveled and messy. His unsteady steps came to a halt, and he carried the scent of the cool night air with him.
The little girl thought for a moment, then took off a hair tie from her wrist and handed it to her: "Do you want to do it yourself, or should I help you? Like that girl over there, she braids my hair every day."
When the little girl glanced towards the sofa, all the ghosts were shocked. They scattered in panic, asking, "W-what? She can see us?"
"Then what we just said was..."
"I heard you all!"
"Hey, you rascal! The wardrobe is my territory... get out of here!"
"Squeeze in, squeeze in."
Seeing that the long-haired man remained silent, the little girl kept quiet as well. She placed the bottle of liquor in front of him, then put the hair tie next to it, slightly bending down, her face still cold and expressionless: "Yesterday I heard your singing, it was very beautiful. In the middle of the night I heard you say you wanted to drink, but when I woke up, you were gone..."
"I'm sorry." I'm sorry for disturbing your rest.
The man picked up a hair tie to fasten his hair, instantly looking much more energetic. His well-defined, wheat-colored hands retrieved the bottle, and a hint of a smile appeared in his affectionate eyes: "Thank you."
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