"Li Chuan, do you think there are ghosts in this world?"
Song Zihan was snuggled up against Li Chuan.
"Well…" Li Chuan initially wanted to say that there definitely are, but he swallowed his words and opted for reassurance instead: "Trust in science."
Song Zihan: "The limit of science is mysticism..."
Li Chuan: "..."
Li Chuan found himself surprisingly powerless to refute Song Zihan's statement!
Because this ghost movie was so terrifying, by the end, Song Zihan was completely curled up in Li Chuan's arms.
As the ghost movie finished, it was already eleven at night.
"Wow, this ghost movie was intense. Should we go upstairs, brush our teeth, and get ready for bed?" Li Chuan laughed.
"Oh my! I don't even dare go to the bathroom, carry me there," Song Zihan playfully said.
Li Chuan, feeling helpless, could only carry Song Zihan upstairs, helping her brush her teeth, wash her face, and get ready for bed.
