Xiao Liting crouched in a corner, her arms wrapped around her knees.
Ever since she had seen Wang Wei's headless body, her trembling hadn't stopped, and that face with its eyes gouged out haunted her mind.
Sun Wen stayed by her side, stroking her back and comforting her,
"Don't be afraid anymore, Liting, we're safe now."
"Safe... Are we really safe?"
Xiao Liting lowered her head, covering her face, her voice trembling slightly.
The reason she couldn't calm down was not only because of the dead and the female ghost but also the immense pressure from the friend beside her.
That eerie phone call, that eerie smile—
But she couldn't speak of it to anyone; she was already entangled.
Other than trembling, she couldn't do anything else.
The hand that had been continuously stroking her back suddenly stopped.
"Hey, you've noticed it already, haven't you, Liting."
Sun Wen seemed to laugh, her voice fuzzy as if coming from a distant place.