"Crack—"
All of a sudden, a loud noise came from behind, and Ai Muran let out a short, sharp scream, her back stiffened, face as white as paper.
Zhan Se frowned and grabbed her arm tightly, turning her head to look.
Phew!
The corridor of the Male Dormitory was very long, and because of the heavy wind and rain today, the wind that passed through suddenly slammed a window shut that had been open, and the collision sound of the window frame scared her into this state.
Regaining her composure, Zhan Se couldn't help but laugh, "You're kidding, right?"
Her furrowed brows relaxed, Ai Muran called out to her again, cautiously asking.
"Zhan Se, do you think there really could be ghosts?"
Seeing her suppressed panic, Zhan Se was both annoyed and amused, "If you don't have a guilty conscience, there are no ghosts."
