Hearing Gu Zhiqi's words, Mo Weiran's face instantly sagged, looking even more haggard, "It's all because of that rotten peach blossom you mentioned."
Gu Zhiqi: ?
"Didn't you say that my rotten peach blossom was named Qin Daimai? Ever since I found out she had died, I haven't been able to sleep at night, and I often feel a chill behind me, as if someone is following me." As Mo Weiran spoke, he stretched out his hands and rubbed his arms, then spoke with slight hysteria, "Here it comes, that feeling is coming again."
Hearing his words, Gu Zhiqi fell silent, a fleeting azure color in her eyes. She looked in the direction behind Mo Weiran without any change in expression.
"Miss, you... don't scare me," Mo Weiran said, nearly jumping at Gu Zhiqi's glance behind him. He immediately scurried behind Gu Zhiqi, seeking refuge behind her.
