As they walked back into the long, pitch-black corridor, Qin Yiren quietly grasped Bo Jinghang's hand.
Perhaps the ethereal and wistful netherworld BGM was just too powerful; before this, she hadn't realized she was a bit afraid of the dark.
"Xiaoqian, I'm right here."
As if sensing the secret she was too shy to voice, Bo Jinghang responded directly and clearly, gently squeezing her hand back. The two walked side by side in the darkness.
Gradually, the sound of banging doors faded into the background. If they ignored the occasionally loud BGM, the corridor was quiet enough to hear their own heartbeat.
Her white teeth bit her lower lip as Qin Yiren felt around the walls, recalling the suspension bridge effect her professor mentioned during university.
If people really mistake the heartbeat from fear for romantic attraction...
No wonder haunted houses have always been a dating haven for couples.
