The song ended, leaving the private room eerily silent except for Zhou Tingting's sobs.
Zhou Tingting seemed to come to her senses, then shouted into the air, "Yixuan, is that you? I know you're here. Come out..."
Everyone stared at Zhou Tingting in terror. Suddenly, a girl screamed, "There's a ghost..." and ran out.
"Tingting, sorry, but I have something to do. I'm leaving..." Another girl stood up, hurriedly opened the door, and left.
"What should we do?" one of the boys whispered.
"Better safe than sorry. Let's leave too..." With that, he stood and left without even saying goodbye.
Soon, only Zhou Tingting and Duan Mingyu remained in the room.
Just then, white light flashed inside the room, and Zhou Yixuan's hazy figure appeared before them.
"Waaah..." Zhou Tingting could no longer hold back. Tears streamed down her face as she rushed over to embrace him. "Yi Xuan, I knew you'd come back..."
But a moment later, her arms closed around nothing. Her body passed straight through Zhou Yixuan.
Zhou Tingting stared blankly at her empty hands, and tears fell once more.
"I'm sorry, Tingting," Zhou Yixuan said hoarsely. "I'm a ghost now. I don't have a body..."
"It doesn't matter. I'm not afraid. As long as you're by my side, nothing else matters." Zhou Tingting shook her head desperately.
Zhou Yixuan sighed. "Why put yourself through this?" Only after experiencing a love etched into his very bones had he understood the pain of such longing.
Then he turned his gaze toward Duan Mingyu, his eyes filled with conflicting emotions. This man had once been his best friend—and was also the person who had killed him.
"Why did you kill me?" Zhou Yixuan asked flatly.
"Ah..." Zhou Tingting covered her mouth in horror and stared at Duan Mingyu in