Meng Yao suddenly realized that the boy appearing before her now surely counted as something that died several times.
In that case, what was greeting her now was... the Ghost Boy?
Meng Yao's mental endurance had finally reached its limit, her eyelids flipped as she eagerly fainted.
She didn't know how much time had passed, but Meng Yao felt the chill creeping into her bones.
She moaned softly, her trembling eyelids reluctantly opened a crack.
All she saw was darkness, with the light from the opposite building's window outside coming into view.
Hey, it's already evening.
At night, it's cold, and lying on the cold floor like this, no wonder the body can't take it; it feels quite cold.
Meng Yao instinctively reached for her phone to check the time, and when her fingertips touched the phone, her eyes snapped open, suddenly remembering the scene before she fainted.
Meng Yao took a deep breath, mustering her courage, and pressed the light button.
