As Zhu Qingyue stood on the staircase, watching the long-haired girl's figure moving further away from her, she inevitably thought of Xu Xiangyang's retreating figure not long ago.
Thus, a thought naturally emerged in the girl's mind:
What if, what if I honestly told them about what happened last night, would their thoughts change?
The answer was affirmative.
Classmate Xu was a good person, and although Student Lin liked to talk sharp, her kindness could still be felt.
They would definitely try to help me.
But Zhu Qingyue quickly dismissed the idea.
In fact, if it were not these two individuals, if they were not the ones she saw as potential friends, she wouldn't even entertain the thought of hesitating.
She would rather go to the Haunted House mentioned by Xu Xiangyang. Even though there was a huge risk of being claimed by a spirit, maybe it could indeed stimulate some kind of superpower within her...
Ha-ha, what a not-so-funny joke.
"Thud."
