"I'm fine. If you're scared, just wait outside, and I'll be out in a moment." As she spoke, Shen Mianmian had already walked into the yard. A gust of evening wind blew, sending a chill through her body.
Recalling the murder that had occurred here before, honestly, to say I wasn't scared at all would definitely be a lie; there was still a certain unease in my heart.
Yang Xiaoxi was anxious, but she was too timid to go in. Cheng Feiyang and Cheng Xining were also afraid to enter. All three of them kept their gazes tightly on Shen Mianmian.
Shen Mianmian walked up to the front door, only to see the red door firmly shut, covered in blotches, with quite a bit of moss growing on the ground.
