"Xie Yan gave a detailed description of that woman," Li Qian said, while her slender fingers flicked away the cigarette ashes.
She then added, "But, at the time, I didn't care at all. I only thought that Xie Hao was using ghost stories to scare me, so that he could come into my bed. But now, when I think about it again, I am not so sure."
"A stranger? A woman?" Zhao Yu frowned, then urged Li Qian to talk a little more.
"Maybe Xie Hao was not sure about that either!" Li Qian recalled. "He said that he was peeing in the woods that night, when he suddenly felt that someone was watching him from behind. He jerked back and saw a long-haired figure, which flashed past him. He felt that it was a woman, but in the end, he didn't seem to know that for sure. And... I wasn't listening that carefully!"
"We all knew what happened on this island and had heard some ghost stories. So..." Li Qian kept shaking her head. "I didn't take it too seriously!"
