As long as I deal with the ghost beside Murong Yan, I will be his bride!
"Miss Wan, that person said if you swallow a page of this book, you will be able to see that person," Little Yu said.
"Alright."
Leng Wan eagerly tore a page, chewed it forcefully, and swallowed with difficulty.
Then, she went to Murong Yan's house by the sea.
...
Murong Yan was not home; Nan Moxin was lying on the terrace basking in the sun.
Since becoming Murong Yan's wife, her mindset had become increasingly peaceful. In this life, she had loved. No regrets.
"I can see you."
Suddenly, Leng Wan's voice echoed beside her.
Nan Moxin was astonished, looking at Leng Wan in shock: Was she talking to her? Impossible!
"You're a ghost. I know." Leng Wan curved her lips mockingly, looking down at Nan Moxin from above, "Murong Yan isn't mentally disturbed; whenever he's abnormal, he's communicating with you, right?"
Nan Moxin still didn't speak, her face turned a bit pale. Did Leng Wan really see her?
