Although Binhai has a subtropical climate, with long and searingly hot summers, once midnight arrives, cooling breezes still weave their way through the streets.
There is hardly anyone on the streets. The wind scatters the plastic bags and papers that litter the area, causing them to flutter in the air, as countless eerie eyes seem to surreptitiously peek from the street corners.
"Um… Little Long, it's kind of cold…" Chu Tingting wraps her arms around herself, shivering slightly.
Moreover, the fact that she knows ghosts are real and that she had come out to summon spirits with Huang Xiaolong tonight made her feel even colder, as she might truly see a lone, wandering ghost.
"Tingting…are you nervous?" Huang Xiaolong smiles wryly, stretching out a hand and pulling Chu Tingting into his embrace by her slender waist.
Um… his hand feels amazing.
