Seeing the scene before them, Zhao Ling'er and Lin Yueru both widened their eyes in shock, while Aika hid behind Fang Zheng without saying a word. They watched as the ghost in white quietly appeared behind Ning Caichen, then extended her arm to gently embrace him.
"Hey? Wow!!"
Ning Caichen, who was holding a pen and pondering deeply, didn't expect someone to suddenly appear behind him. Startled, he hurriedly jumped up, pulled out what looked like an apple-peeling knife from his pocket, and swung it behind him without thinking…
"Whoosh!!"
If the ghost in white hadn't dodged quickly, this swing would have scarred her face.
"Ha ah...…"
The ghost in white let out a faint sound, looking uneasy as she retreated, and at this moment, Ning Caichen saw the ghost clearly and paused in surprise.
"Who are you, miss... why are you here?"
