"Home already?" Little Jia looked at the increasingly eerie and terrifying corridor, hardly believing Han Fei could say such a thing.
"Didn't I tell you and Li Guo'er before? I have this special familiar feeling with Building One, as if I had lived here for a long time before. Although the feeling was there when we came during the day, it wasn't strong, and overall, the building still felt quite foreign to me. But now it's different," Han Fei spoke very fast, and by the time he had finished saying this, he had already run up to the second floor.
"After being pulled into the world seen by Little You's mother by the ghost, I realized that I'm not really familiar with Happiness Apartment Building One during the day, but rather the Building One at night. It seems like I used to live with ghosts."
Knife in hand, Han Fei's heart was incredibly conflicted; he feared death just like anyone else, and could feel terror, but beyond the fear, he also felt a trace of warmth and beauty.
