At one in the morning, an exhausted Qin Manjiang returned to Fu City's urban district.
Before he opened the door, he saw slivers of light spilling through the gap beneath it.
Mi Qiao was still awake?
Qin Manjiang opened the door. He moved quietly and did not wake Mi Qiao, but he did alert the little yellow dog named Xiaobai.
"Woof, woof, woof!"
In the middle of the night, the little yellow dog bounded toward Qin Manjiang, wagging its tail and wriggling around his ankles.
Mi Qiao jolted awake on the sofa.
"Ah... Mr. Qin! You're back..." Mi Qiao hurriedly sat up straight.
"Why are you sleeping here?" Qin Manjiang asked, repeatedly pushing aside the little yellow dog's head as it stuck out its tongue, trying to lick him.
Mi Qiao gave him an embarrassed look. "There was a strong wind earlier. It blew the bedroom door shut and locked it. The key's inside..."
"Mr. Qin, let me make you a bowl of noodles!" Mi Qiao suddenly said.
Qin Manjiang was about to refuse when his stomach growled twice.
"Then... sorry for the trouble." Qin Manjiang did not refuse. He really was exhausted, both physically and mentally.
"Sure!" Mi Qiao thought nothing of it and went briskly into the kitchen.
Qin Manjiang watched her go. This girl had always thought he was a thoroughly good person for letting her move in without taking a deposit, and she was always thinking of ways to do something for him.
Was I a good person?
Qin Manjiang stroked Xiaobai's head and looked out into the darkness beyond the window.
Then he withdrew his gaze and glanced at his tightly shut bedroom door, his eyes flickering.
This Ghost Story had shaken him deeply.
First, there was the lawyer Chen Yu's death, without the slightest