Su Nanzhi: Frankly speaking, the ghosts I usually see are much scarier than those pretending to be ghosts in horror movies.
Jiang Beiyu suddenly looked behind Su Nanzhi and said, "Su Xiaozhi, let's go home first."
Su Nanzhi nodded, took Jiang Beiyu's hand, and went out. In the theater, besides them, some ghostly souls who came to watch the movie also slowly left.
The darkness also followed the two as they left, slowly but without stopping.
Jiang Beiyu, holding the little girl's hand, still asked with interest, "Finished your milk tea?"
Su Nanzhi shook the cup in her hand, "No, there's still half a cup left."
When ordering milk tea, Jiang Beiyu refused, probably not wanting it today.
Now, after watching the movie, he wanted some, "Give me a sip."
Su Nanzhi handed the cup to him, and Jiang Beiyu leaned slightly to sip from the straw.
"Drinking milk tea so slowly is not like you, Su Xiaozhi," Jiang Beiyu said.
Su Nanzhi: "I don't have much appetite today."
