I don't know why,
but when I hear the word "ghost," Jin Yunran subconsciously shuddered slightly.
Sitting at the table, Jin Yunlan picked up the chopsticks, placed a piece of meat into Jin Yunran's bowl, and said, "It's only the beginning of the story where the ghost appears; then it's told in flashback. This book is about... the crazed, obsessive side of love."
Crazed obsession?
"That doesn't seem like a theme of a world-famous novel," Jin Yunran reflected on the mark on the window, "So it's not a story about a person and a ghost?"
"Yeah. The 'I' at the beginning isn't the protagonist; the main character is Heathcliff, the owner of Wuthering Heights. Do you want me to spoil it for you?"
Jin Yunran wasn't interested in the rest of the plot at all.
She just wanted to know whether the scratch on the window was a coincidence, or...
"I'll read it by myself."
She didn't dare to get close to that study again.
