"It's me, it's me, it really is me. Can you put me down now?"
If anyone really saw her like this, she wouldn't be able to leave the house tomorrow.
"You should've listened earlier. Wouldn't that have been better?"
A triumphant smile flashed through Du Jingzhou's eyes as he kicked the half-open door An Jin had pushed aside shut.
He turned and walked to the sofa, placing her back on it.
Su Qiao rolled her eyes and stood up to straighten her clothes and hair.
Du Jingzhou pressed his lips tightly together and stared at her for a long while before suppressing his anger and asking, "Why do you listen to everyone else, but refuse to listen to me?"
"Look at what you've become because you didn't listen to me."
Su Qiao shot him a sidelong glance and sat back down. "What have I become?"
Wasn't she doing perfectly fine now?
She was pretty, had a good figure, and was even a minor celebrity. What was wrong with any of that?
Seeing that she still refused to listen, Du Jingzhou grew irritated. "Do you want to go see for yourself?"
Su Qiao's breathing hitched. "...No."
A hole had been blown through his chest, and he had fallen from such a high place. Anyone could imagine that he must have been completely disfigured.
Su Qiao suddenly remembered something and stood up, looking at him curiously. "Hey, don't you think it's strange and frightening that I'm like this?"
Legends about ghosts and monsters had always existed, but when had anyone ever actually seen one?
And the one standing before him really existed.
He was an ordinary mortal, yet he didn't find it strange at all. He had even believed it so easily and naturally. Wasn't that bizarre?
"Frightening?"
Du Jingzhou looked at