But she did everything for him. Clearly, she's most afraid of ghosts, yet she feared for her life every night for his sake. And him? Every word he says is for that precious fiancée of his, stabbing her heart with every word! Why should she keep torturing herself for him? She's almost driven to madness by fear!
Even though she knows he's now a bit slow and has lost his memory, and she shouldn't hold it against him, that's easier said than done. How can she hold back?
Yan Zihua lived in the nearest neighborhood, and it took less than ten minutes for him to arrive, panting at the doorbell.
Xia Yuxun, who had been chanting, felt as if she was hearing celestial music when she heard the doorbell, quickly rushing over to open the door.
"Brother Yan, come in, you're all wet!" Xia Yuxun felt a bit guilty for calling him over so late.
"Miss, are you alright?" Yan Zihua grabbed her shoulders, anxiously looking her up and down.
