Shen Yiwen had turned into a pure white marble statue.
She lay in bed, still in her sleeping pose, her expression peaceful. The transformation must not have been painful.
When Lin Junjun woke, she felt that the person beside her had no body heat. The sight gave her a terrible fright, and even now, she did not dare get too close.
Lu Mi closed his eyes briefly and took a moment to compose himself.
Shen Yiwen had not drunk Zheng Sinian's water. She had said so herself. Besides, even if she had, the transformation would not have happened all at once.
"Yiwen, Yiwen..." Zhong Zixian slumped beside the bed, his voice hoarse from crying. "What on earth happened...?"
Lu Mi patted his shoulder, though his words carried little conviction. "There has to be a way."
He had no answers as to how Shen Yiwen had become a statue, or whether she could turn back.
They must have overlooked something.
He steadied himself, walked to the window, pulled back the curtains, and read out today's message in blood:
"I really wish she were as obedient as Little Ma and Little Xun."
New information: Little Ma and Little Xun.
Whether they were pets Zheng Sinian kept or something else was still unknown.
Lu Mi leaned against the window and looked toward the cemetery again.
The sky was overcast. Even in daylight, the place looked eerie and forbidding.
But the gaunt ghostly figure from last night was gone.
"Good morning, everyone. Did you sleep well last night?"
Several "Yu Qingchens" had gathered at the bedroom door. The one speaking was Zhu Tong, stretching lazily, her complexion rosy.
"Morning. How are you still so energetic in an instance?"
"Yep! What are you all hanging around here for?" Zhu Tong asked.
"We heard Lu Mi