"Oh, it was like this, on the very night that student named Jia Youqian committed suicide, the director found me. He said he felt guilty and wanted me to accompany him to that dorm room to take a look. So, we prepared some incense, candles, and paper money, hoping to appease Jia Youqian's resentment. Honestly, at that time, I didn't believe in ghosts at all and scoffed at his actions. But after all, he was the director, so I reluctantly agreed to his request," Director Cao said after a moment of thought.
"Burning incense and paper money? Wasn't he afraid that the students would gossip? Wasn't he afraid that the school would find out? After all, a school is a place of atheism, a place for educating the young—such actions are inappropriate," I said, genuinely admiring the former director of the teaching department. He was taking quite the risk. It was evident how deep his sense of guilt was.
