Night Cry of a Hundred Ghosts
Editor: Atlas Studios
The house was empty.
There was no bed, no blanket.
It was especially cold in the mountain village at night.
Luo Qingzhou held onto Xiao Die and sat down in the corner of the room, letting her sleep in his arms.
The little girl had been frightened during the day. After climbing the mountain and walking for so long, she was already exhausted.
After sewing his clothes, she snuggled into his arms and fell asleep.
Outside the house, the night wind moaned, rustling the branches and weeds.
In the forest not far away, the occasional cry of an owl sounded. It was beyond eerie.
Outside the window, a silver moon hung in the night sky. It flickered in and out of the dark clouds, like someone's eye peeping at the ground.
Luo Qingzhou did not feel sleepy at all.