"The silk on the stage had already been painted with faces in advance, and during the middle of the play, the young man took a torch and brushed it over the fabric, revealing strange colors,"
Her father stood before the desk and sighed as he said, "Little Girl Tong, there are no ghosts in this world."
Though she was young, she already understood the ins and outs of everything and felt a bit relieved, but the memory of the ghastly white faces on the fabric still made her heart skip a beat. She stubbornly clung to her doubts and asked, "But with so many different things in the world, we just haven't seen them. What if they really do exist?"
Her father was silent for a moment.
After a long while, he said, "There's no need to be afraid even if they do."
Lu Tong blinked.
"It is written in the books, the teacher says: 'Do not fear ghosts, fight against them; it's good if you win the battle, and if you lose, I'm no different from them.'"
