The pregnant woman's body trembled. She stared wide-eyed, her hands hanging limply at her sides, not moving at all.
Her mind seemed to have stopped. She couldn't react in any way to what was happening before her.
Xiaotian was no better. She just stared blankly at the pregnant woman's belly, making no other movement.
The ringing continued. The song ended, and the sound stopped completely.
But the two women remained sitting there, still frozen in the same positions.
As if that weren't enough, a knock sounded at the door.
The female manager's voice came from outside. "Xiaotian, Jiang Xintian. You know now, don't you? You're dead. Jiajia, Jiajia... We're all dead. But we won't hurt you. We're just dead. We've just become ghosts, existing in another form. Jiajia, Xiaotian, open the door."
The pregnant woman seemed to snap out of it. She jumped to her feet.
She didn't cover her belly. Instead, she stretched both hands behind her, fingers moving as if she were trying to grab hold of something.
She stared at Xiaotian and kept backing away until she reached the balcony. She clutched the curtains so hard they creaked, as if she were about to tear them down completely.
Tears streamed down Xiaotian's face. She raised her hands and held them before her eyes, as if trying to confirm that she existed.
"Ah... Ah!" The pregnant woman cried out, screaming, "Get out! Get out! Don't come near me! Don't—"
Before she could finish, a phone began ringing inside her belly again.
The pregnant woman fell to her knees, clutching her belly, completely at a loss.
"They've come for you," the voice outside continued. "Jiajia, they've come for you. They destroyed us, and now they want to kill you. Jiajia, we're just dead. We're just ghosts. We don't hurt