Lan Yingjun: "What did you say?"
Qin Wenrou: "I saw my sister..."
Lan Yingjun's face slightly changed: "Say it again?"
Qin Wenrou nervously shook the milk tea in her hand, spilling it all over: "My sister's ghost..."
Lan Yingjun: "Where?"
Qin Wenrou pointed towards the front row.
But everyone stood up to applaud, blocking the view of the front row.
Where was Qin Xin's shadow?
Qin Wenrou always mentioned people who had passed away, and Lan Yingjun frowned with some taboo: "You should change your clothes."
Qin Wenrou was very afraid, wanting Lan Yingjun to accompany her, but his gaze was fixed on the academic big shot on stage. Reluctantly, she returned to her dorm to change alone.
She was anxious all the way, afraid that Qin Xin's ghost would come back to trouble her!
She recalled the mysterious person who once drained all of Qin Xin's blood.
