"How do I put this, I don't agree with your point of view, but I don't know how to refute it. Anyway, I feel like the guy is very honest..."
Actually, I can't quite put my finger on why, but I get along with him really well and we hit it off.
There's no sense of restraint when I talk to him.
And because of that, I agreed to his dinner invitation.
Evening.
Jiang Jing and I were living together at the villa on Beilu Hill.
I had gotten used to living there and didn't notice anything out of the ordinary.
But Jiang Jing, who during the day swore up and down that she wasn't afraid, that she was a materialist and didn't believe in ghosts and spirits,
started acting off as soon as the sun set and darkness fell.
She first expressed her puzzlement about the urn on the living room altar,
"Ayun, you really don't have to keep this thing. It gives me the creeps."
I comforted her,
"Actually, people are scarier than ghosts. Ghosts don't have a physical form; they can't hurt you."
