Xueyao slowly raised her head buried in her lamps when something rolled on the ground from the door without it opening.
Her eyes ruined from days of nonstop crying and starving herself.
For some reasons she felt guilty and blamed herself for Zhimie's sudden death as well.
If only she didn't wipe out her only surviving family and all…
''Coo-co?''
What the heck was that sound?
Xueyao stiffened and was alarmed when she heard it again. Somewhere in her dark room the grieving immortal had no choice but to slowly get down from her bed, light a candle with her magic to see what it was.
But there was nothing there.
Xueyao stepped closer to the space around her door room with the candle, believing she just heard the unusual sound come from inside her room and not outside.
But for some strange reasons, nothing was here that could have made such cute sounds.
Or could it be some ghost?
Xueyao stiffened at that ridiculous answer.
A–a ghost?
