The night deepens, and the wind and rain outside grow fierce, lightning flashes, thunder roars.
The self-operated loom still creaks and groans, many unfinished, undyed plain cloths hang in the side room, swaying back and forth in the wind, hauntingly pale and terrifying.
At this moment, little Shiyue and the seamstress had just met, both feeling a bit awkward.
Little Shiyue heard the seamstress was a ghost, and an unfamiliar one at that, feeling quite afraid inside.
Though the seamstress was a ghost, she usually lived alone in the annex, having never met other ghostly beings. Upon meeting a fellow ghost for the first time, she was even more nervous than a child.
"Eh? Godmother? No, no, how can this be? How can I be her godmother, don't push your luck with me," she said.
"What's so inappropriate about it? She's a ghost, you're a ghost, and you're older than her. Take on a goddaughter, and you'll have someone to look after."