Locking eyes with the face, Yang Xiao's mind went blank, 1 second, 2 seconds... a full 4, 5 seconds passed, and the rotten-eyed ghost still hadn't made a move. It was then that Yang Xiao finally noticed something, the ghost's eyes... they didn't seem to be focused.
Although it appeared to be staring directly at him, it seemed not to have noticed him at all. This feeling was incredibly strange, as if he was nothing but invisible air.
Yang Xiao was on edge, not daring to breathe, until a few seconds later when the ghostly face at the bedside slowly turned and receded little by little.
"Thud."
"Thud."
"Thud."
"Creak—"
The sound of heavy boots moved past the door, opened it, and the figure with the stiff gait left. Only when the footsteps had completely disappeared did Yang Xiao let out a sigh of relief, turning his body and collapsing uncontrollably onto the floor; just that moment had left his limbs weak.
