Unable to think of a way out for the time being, the two of them simply settled down.
Xu Xiangyang even felt that the girl by his side possibly saw this time spent in the Haunted House as a rare leisurely break from her intense and exciting academic life.
Peaceful and serene living often vanishes in an instant.
Without realizing it, Xu Xiangyang even felt he was quickly getting used to the days spent in the Haunted House.
Based on his body's perception, nearly a week had already passed.
*
Xu Xiangyang was walking alone in the dimly lit corridor.
His footsteps echoed in the world as silent as the deep sea, now distant, now near.
If it had been earlier, Zhu Qingyue would have undoubtedly followed without hesitation, not letting him act alone.
Now, he clearly understood that his good friend had an overly strong protective urge toward him.
Since entering the Haunted House, Zhu Qingyue was always clinging to him, largely because of this concern.
