12.21

'I miss you, Jiansheng.'

Xu Jiansheng felt a cold breeze suddenly swept his body, and the cold wind circulated around his chest before he felt something was landing on his lap, like a body, but very cold and light.

Xu Jiansheng froze on the spot. He felt that someone was landing on his lap and resting on his chest. He could feel cold fingers trailing from his chest to his chin and then caressed his cheek again.

"Who… are you?" Jiansheng asked. He didn't know if this was true or not, but he felt that there was a ghost sitting on his lap right now.

'You don't remember me?'

"I don't have a ghost friend. What is your dealing with me?" Jiansheng asked again. Honestly, he was creeped out, especially since it was already evening. But when he heard this gentle voice, it didn't seem that this Ghost was hostile,

'I really thought I came to the right person…'