Stepping out of the car, they walked into the yard.
The garden, which seemed beautiful and romantic during the day, exuded a chilly depth at night.
A gust of cold wind swept through, and the leaves made a rustling sound.
Suddenly, the headlights of a passing car reflected off the dark room on the second floor, revealing the slender figure of a woman on the glass.
Black hair, white dress.
Her pitch-black eyes were staring fixedly at the people in the yard.
"Ah, there's someone." Su Li's scream startled Sang Yang, prompting him to rush over, "Honey, what's wrong?"
Su Li, in a panic, pointed towards the second floor, "Just now, just now I saw a woman inside the house."
Sang Yang's expression changed drastically as he looked up, "No one... Ah Qiu, are you seeing things again?"
Su Li blinked and looked up again; the previous spot was pitch black and empty.
