Xiao Qian was sleeping soundly until Jia Xiufang banged on the door and roused her with a yawn.
She didn't see Yu Minglang; there was no trace of him in the air. Even the food containers from the night before were gone, and the table and chairs were back in their original places. It was as if he had disappeared like a gust of wind without a sound.
When Jia Xiufang came in, she saw her daughter standing in front of the mirror, emotionlessly adjusting her clothes.
"Qian'er, what are you looking at—Huh? What happened to your mouth?" Jia Xiufang sharply noticed that her daughter's mouth seemed a bit torn and red, as if swollen.
"Nipped by a dog."
"What?"
"It's nothing. I bit it in my sleep last night."
"Hurry up and change your clothes. Your Eldest Uncle will be here in a bit. Don't let them catch you still in bed."
Chen Zilong's voice came from outside.
"My goodness! Is our house haunted? This lamp's been broken for so long, why did it suddenly start working?"
