"Let him reincarnate already, can't keep haunting her, this innocent, older virgin."
As it continued, she really couldn't guarantee her heart would remain under control...
Thinking this, Su Yan drifted into a drowsy sleep.
Yet, she had the same dream again, identical to the previous two nights!
In her dream, Su Yan was furious. It wasn't fair to torment someone like this—the pressure was tolerable for one night, but then it returned the second and now third night.
This ghost really treated her like she was dead!
Angry, Su Yan's courage rose sharply, and she suddenly snapped her eyes open only to meet a pair of cold, disdainful eyes.
She paused for a moment, and so did those eyes.
Bathed in the pale moonlight, Su Yan could vaguely make out his features.
How to describe him? His looks rivaled Pan Ai's, his face as perfect as a jade sculpture, or perhaps his features were as fine as a painting...
It seemed these phrases could not even describe a tenth of him; he was like a man who had stepped out of a painting, only to belong in heaven and not in the mortal world...
While Su Yan scrutinized him, the man was also observing her.
He merely glanced at her bright, spirited eyes, then halted what he was halfway through doing, stood up, and left the room.
Just like the previous two nights, he departed swiftly, leaving Su Yan alone, lying in bed and staring at the pitch-black ceiling.
It took a while before Su Yan came to her senses.
So, this ghost actually possessed such bewitching beauty...
She had to consider calling a revered monk.
When she opened her eyes again, it was daylight.
The familiar alarm did not sound; instead, there was an added crow of a rooster from outside.
Su Yan furrowed her brows in confusion, rolled her eyes, and then belatedly realized she was not lying in her own bed.
But on the red sandalwood carved bed from her dream.
This night's dream was far too long if she had dreamed until daybreak...
She got up, lifted the bed curtains, and saw ancient decorations all around her, even smelling a faint scent of agarwood in the air.
Surveying her surroundings for a while, Su Yan became puzzled.
This dream, could it be too realistic?
Firstly, there was the colorful porcelain plate on the shelf, used as decoration, which she had never seen before.
Yet she could dream about it, and even recall the pattern on it in vivid detail—how miraculous.