At this moment, Dai Lin and Milan were in another restaurant in this sunken plaza.
Milan had ordered a Neapolitan pizza and had just taken a bite when Dai Lin told her about the incident Yueyin had encountered.
"This couldn't possibly be an accident," Dai Lin said, surveying the chaotic restaurant. "So could there be ghosts..."
"There are no ghosts," Milan shook her head slightly, continuing to slice the Neapolitan pizza in front of her with a knife. "Are you sure you don't want a piece? This is an authentic Italian Margherita pizza, not like the American-style ones at Pizza Hut loaded with a bunch of bacon and fruit."
"You go ahead and eat, I'm not hungry at the moment. So, you can be sure there are no ghosts..."
"No."
"How can you be so sure?"
Milan brushed a strand of hair from her earlobe and said, "I roughly know what curse she's facing. My older brother once wrote a paper on similar cases, which he published on the hospital's public website."
