The bleak world becomes vibrant with the appearance of the white dress, as if emitting a faint glow.
Lu Li quietly watched, until the figure became stuck in the narrow frame hovering on the wall, disrupting the silence. Carrying the echoing footsteps, he approached the oil painting that seemed to be illuminated by beams of light.
The girl in the white dress looked up due to the sound of footsteps, locking eyes with Lu Li's pair of black eyes.
A silent blush crept from her fair neck to her delicate face, clearly visible under the dim oil lamp.
Nobody knew why the ghost would blush, but it was the same as when Lu Li had seen her before.
Lu Li extended his hand to her, and the shy girl hesitated slightly, lightly placing her pale and ethereal hand on his, using his help to climb out of the frame.
She was a bit nervous, and as her feet moved out from under the pleated lace long dress, they were caught by the frame, causing her to fall forward.
