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Yu Qingyu was sitting on the windowsill at the end of the hallway on the second floor, smoking a cigarette in the open window. Cool breeze tousled his hair gently, refreshing his tired mind. Next to him stood a still unopened energy drink can, already the third this evening, that he planned to drink after finishing the smoke. Now that he has given up resisting Ou Lingyi's addictions, he fully submitted to his predecessor's bad habits.

The lights in the mansion were off, but it wasn't dark where Yu Qingyu was sitting. The night was clear and the moon was bright, flooding the world below with its cool, reflected light. There, it mixed with yellowish light from the elegant, vintage street lamps. As a result, the man's spot by the window was bright enough that he could quite comfortably read a book, if he wished to do so, without putting too much strain on his eyes.

There was no point in reading a book now, though. It was about time for the haunting to start.