Jiang Che heard the voice, and his hurried footsteps instantly came to a halt.
He whipped his head around to look behind him, only to see a young girl with one hand pressed to the wall, a pair of gray eyes gazing at him with pitiful helplessness.
Her clothes were snagged and torn, as if she'd barely survived an escape from disaster.
"You…" Jiang Che's mind was a blur, the black shadow in his thoughts beginning to overlap with the figure before him.
The girl lowered her eyes but stole glances at Jiang Che from the corner of her vision—she always thought the father-daughter dynamic between humans and evil spirits was interesting.
She could sense it clearly: that evil spirit had deceived this human, tricked him into believing she was his daughter.
This human was a little deranged too, believing even that, and desperately trying to rescue her.
So amusing! So fun!
If someone else could play his daughter, couldn't she play the role of his wife?
