The day had finally dawned.
In the bedroom of the villa, Yang Xiao had endured a whole night without daring to close his eyes. He didn't know if it was psychological, but every time he closed his eyes, he saw an image of a ghost climbing the stairs in high heels.
He rubbed his weary red eyes, walked over to pull open the curtains, and saw the first pale light of dawn in the east. It was not until that moment that Yang Xiao finally breathed a sigh of relief, tore off the wig, kicked off the high heels, and exhaustedly collapsed onto the bed.
Having slept for less than an hour, Yang Xiao woke up. The villa complex began to stir. He went to the bathroom, splashed his face with cold water, took off the skirt and stockings, and changed back into his normal clothes before he went downstairs and stepped out of the villa.
