For in the darkness, no one will know that she's sad and crying.
Darkness had become her best sanctuary, where she felt the safest. As to the question of whether she was still afraid of ghosts, she could now confidently answer no; because she herself was a ghost that had crawled out from hell. Also, in this world, humans are far scarier than ghosts.
She switched on the light, slipped out of her draggled clothes, and took a shower. Then, she went into the kitchen and made herself a bowl of ginger soup. She had been drinking ginger soup for a long time. The nanny used to make it for her whenever the weather was cold, or after she had been in the rain. If the nanny wasn't around, Lu Yi would pick up the slack.
It was more effective and less harmful than medicines, but it had a nasty tang.
