“He used to be very good to me. He didn’t look down on my background and even said he would help me redeem myself from servitude.”
Later, the situation in China changed drastically, so he went abroad to study. When he returned, he was with another beautiful woman.
Yi Mu sat quietly under the eaves, listening to the pale-faced female ghost recount her past.
His face remained expressionless; he simply thought she was incredibly stupid.
Having heard this much of the story, one can basically guess the ending.
"I had saved up a sum of money, enough to redeem myself long ago, but I wanted him to come and take me away in person."
She waited and waited, the leaves in the yard falling in batches, and the old woman, her beauty faded, still guarded the photos taken at the photo studio years ago.
They all say I'm stupid.
I may be foolish, but that doesn't apply whether I'm a human or a ghost.
In this life, you have to hold onto one hope. I'm waiting for him to come see me, even just for a glance.
This isn't foolishness; it's using love as a prison, confining one's soul, and stubbornly waiting for a promise that is destined to be unattainable.
Yi Mu remained silent. He had never experienced such a desperate, all-or-nothing emotion, so he couldn't understand her feelings.
He just wanted one answer: "How can you leave?"
The female ghost brushed aside the stray hairs by her ear, revealing a shy smile like that of a young girl in her late teens.
"I can vaguely sense his location. I will definitely find him on the day of the full moon. I just need to catch a glimpse of him from afar."
On the night of the full moon, Yi Mu calculated that there was still about a week left. As long as he could fulfill her dream, he could be free.
After he resolved the matter satisfactorily, Zong Ao came out from the inner room, carrying a lot of things.
Yao Yan made a face at Zong Ao's back, muttering to himself, "He said he wasn't interested in her, but he swindled so many treasures from me."
Zong Ao walked up to Yi Mu and glanced at the female ghost.
The female ghost shrank her neck and moved to the side.
Zong Ao handed the things in his hand to Yi Mu: "Take these, they're all good stuff. You have a weak constitution, these can help you ward off evil spirits."
Yi Mu didn't reach out to take it. He did want the thing, but there was no reason to take someone else's things for free.
Just as he was about to take out his phone, Yao Yan came up with a smile and put his arm around his shoulder: "We're family, no need to be so formal."
Yi Mu was no longer in the mood to correct him.
Zong Ao's phone suddenly rang. He shoved the things into Yi Mu's arms and walked away to answer the phone.
Yao Yan whispered to Yi Mu, "You can come over here to hang out when you're free. I have lots of fun things to do here."
"There's an entire wall of LEDs, 360-degree panoramic gaming, and the internet speed is never laggy..."
Yi Mu was absolutely certain that Zong Ao had said something to Yao Yan.
He himself is not enthusiastic about games; live streaming is just a way for him to make a living.
Of course, he wasn't foolish enough to pour cold water on Yao Yan, after all, this man whose age was hard to guess had been very friendly to him ever since he came in.
He smiled and was about to return to Yaoyan.
Suddenly, I noticed that Yao Yan's eyes were golden vertical pupils, radiating a beautiful luster like glass.
Yi Mu blinked, trying to make sure it wasn't an ordinary colored contact lens.
The next second, Yao Yan's eyes had returned to their normal color. The black was not as pure, but it was no different from that of an ordinary person.
Seeing him staring straight at him, Yao Yan smiled knowingly and asked, "What's wrong?"
Staring at someone like that is very impolite, Yi Mu told himself, he must be seeing things.
Zong Ao returned after making the phone call.
"I have something to do here, I have to go now."
Yao Yan watched them leave, staring at Yi Mu's waist again and again, and couldn't help but lick his upper molars.
"Oh dear, this is clearly an incredibly comfortable place to eat, but our boss is such a blockhead... what a pity..."
A cold hand reached out from behind him, followed by a heavy head pressing down on his shoulder.
The man's voice was as cold as the northern sea, carrying the chill of the dead of winter: "What's the pity, baby?"
The spring-like light in Yao Yan's eyes immediately died down and disappeared completely.
He turned his head and chuckled, slammed the door shut, then tiptoed up, hugged the man's shoulders, and leaned in close.
"Boss, don't say anything, just kiss me."
The best way to appease a fermenting sour bucket is to shut it up.
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