Han Xue and Jundi were chatting about some funny things they had each experienced during their university days.
Back then, Jundi had been a bit of a rich second-generation kid.
He was also good-looking and clean-cut.
In that kind of social atmosphere, just the title of “rich second generation” alone was enough to guarantee overwhelming popularity with the opposite sex.
Half-jokingly, he told Han Xue about those experiences.
The one that left the deepest impression on him was a quiet girl in his class who had written him a love letter over ten pages long.
While he was reading it, a few of his rowdy friends discovered it and loudly made a scene.
The girl had thin skin, and when the matter blew up, she was so upset that she cried and soon applied to transfer to another major, leaving altogether.
Later, it was Xiao Yin who found out about the incident and dragged Jundi to apologize to the girl.
Although he wasn’t forgiven in the end, Xiao Yin still insisted on getting the girl’s phone number through someone else and made Jundi compose a very long apology message to send to her.
As he talked about these things, Jundi’s voice grew lower and lower, and the pauses between his sentences became longer.
Fortunately, the lights were already out—he was glad Han Xue couldn’t see his reddened eyes.
Han Xue might be carefree, but she wasn’t stupid.
She could tell something was wrong from the change in Jundi’s tone.
She paused for two minutes to let him calm down before speaking again:
“Some things… too many people have said them too many times. We’ve probably told ourselves those same words countless times in our hearts, but it’s still far from enough. What makes life so exhausting now is the heart. In the end, everything comes from our fears—fear of loss, fear of the future, fear of the present. Those who have passed on… compared to us, they’re probably much more at ease in another world. So don’t be sad. Cheer up. Sooner or later, our lives will come to an end too, and when that time comes, we’ll meet again in heaven.”
After she finished speaking, she didn’t hear Jundi respond.
She couldn’t help but raise her head and look in his direction…
And with just that one glance, all the blood in Han Xue’s body seemed to freeze instantly.
Jundi’s sofa was backed up against the large glass window.
The curtains hadn’t been fully drawn during the day, leaving a narrow gap.
Through that gap, she should have seen the lawn and the road outside the residential area.
But at that moment, the view was completely blocked by a tall figure.
A face as pale as paper—within the slit, only a single dark, hollow eye was visible…
When her brain regained even a sliver of control, Han Xue immediately let out a hoarse, hysterical scream.
……….
I lay on the bed, constantly turning over.
I had slept too long in the afternoon, so my mind was completely clear now—I wasn’t sleepy at all.
I didn’t know whether Suo Tian was actually asleep, but ever since he lay down, no matter how I tossed and turned—even when I threw my leg over him—he kept his eyes closed, sleeping properly, completely ignoring me.
With some resignation, I pulled my leg back and sighed inwardly.
If this were before I got pregnant, what perfect timing and setting it would’ve been—dark night, no one around—just the perfect moment to seduce my husband.
I lowered my head to look at my belly, sighed, and pulled Suo Tian’s arm over to use as a pillow.
After the baby is born, if my figure changes… will he stop liking me?
Thinking this, I turned to look at him again, wriggled closer, and poked his face.
Not caring whether he was asleep or not, I asked:
“Hey, you with the surname Suo—if I give your Suo family a next generation in the future, you absolutely can’t lose your conscience and stop liking me just because my body changes or my chest sags.”
“………” Suo Tian kept his eyes closed.
“Your Suo family really hit the jackpot getting a wife like me. Look—I didn’t force you to buy a house or a car, didn’t ask to have my name on the property deed, didn’t demand any huge bride price, didn’t insist on a big wedding banquet. I didn’t even ask for a wedding ring—I just became your wife like this. Tell me, how can you be so lucky?”
Since he wasn’t responding, I entertained myself, going on and on happily.
After proudly praising myself for a while, I reached out to poke his face again—only to find that at some point, he had already opened his eyes and was staring straight at me without blinking.
Startled, I quickly tried to pull my upper body back from where I was leaning on him, but he reached out and held me.
After thinking for a moment, he said:
“The Suo family’s ancestral graves wouldn’t emit smoke.”
“Huh?” I froze for a moment, then, realizing what he meant, raised my eyebrows, ready to pick a fight with him.
“I don’t know what my surname is.”
“What?” My hand, which had been about to grab his neck, stopped midair.
After staring at him blankly for a moment, I asked, “Suo Tian, Suo Tian—doesn’t that mean your surname is Suo? How can you not know your own surname?”
Hearing this, a look of confusion appeared in his expression. “That’s just a name. Ever since I can remember, people around me have called me that.”
“Well, that settles it—nothing strange about that.” As soon as I said that, I realized I had never heard him talk about his family background.
After a pause, I added, “…Was it… given by your parents?”
“I don’t have parents.” Suo Tian shook his head and looked at me.
I tried to find some trace of emotion in his expression—disappointment, sadness, longing, resentment, anything that would match those words.
But there was nothing.
He was calm, as if this were something entirely natural.
I shook my head and smiled. “You’re silly. Everyone has parents—how could you not?”
Suo Tian looked at me for a moment.
After a long pause, he finally spoke: “Chen Yang… I don’t know…”
He stopped again there, unable to continue.
Seeing the loneliness gradually appear on his face, I didn’t say anything more.
I simply buried my face against his chest, quietly listening to his steady, powerful heartbeat.
A voice echoed in my heart: No matter what you are, you’re still the child’s father—my Suo Tian.
We stayed like that for a long time.
Just as my overactive mind finally began to grow drowsy, a sudden sharp scream from Han Xue rang out from downstairs.
I jolted and immediately sat upright, turning toward the bedroom door.
Beside me, Suo Tian had already sat up when he heard the scream.
I quickly grabbed the coat from the bedside table and jumped out of bed after him.
By now, Han Xue’s scream had stopped.
What followed was the sound of a door being flung open and Jundi shouting loudly, as if to muster his courage.
Suo Tian rushed downstairs at full speed.
I couldn’t keep up with him—by the time I reached the stairway, he had already gotten to the second floor.
Awakened, Uncle Gazi and the others were loudly asking what had happened, but aside from Han Xue’s crying from the first floor, no one answered.
With my heart in my throat, I hurried downstairs as fast as I could.
I saw Jundi, holding a kitchen knife, returning from outside through the open door, his forehead covered in cold sweat.
Han Xue was curled up on the sofa, just crying.
Xu Shu and Lili sat beside her, trying to comfort her, but it wasn’t working.
The curtains on the glass wall had been pulled open halfway, and Suo Tian was now crouching outside, examining something on the ground.
Jundi glanced at Han Xue on the sofa, his eyes flickering, but he didn’t go over.
Uncle Gazi and I walked up to him and frowned as we asked, “What happened? You even grabbed a knife.”
Jundi looked at me, hesitated for quite a while, then finally said, “Just now… outside the glass window, there was a…”
He paused, as if unsure what word to use. “…a shadow. It was standing there, watching me and Han Xue through the gap in the curtains. She saw it first—she’s terrified now.”
“A shadow?” Uncle Gazi frowned. “What kind of shadow? Can you explain it clearly?!”
I gave Jundi a look, signaling that Uncle Gazi was genuinely anxious—he really hated it when people spoke in half-sentences.
Rubbing his head, Jundi took a deep breath and said, “Maybe… the rumors about this place being haunted aren’t completely false. That thing standing outside the window was at least two meters tall. Its face was unnaturally pale—just from a glance, you could tell it wasn’t the face of a normal living person.”
“Could it be a Walker?” Xu Shu asked, having come up beside us at some point.
Jundi shook his head. “I’ve been with Sister Chen Yang this whole way—I’ve seen plenty. I know what Walker are like. That thing knew to turn and run when we spotted it. Do Walkers run when they see people?”
“Run?” I asked, puzzled.
“Yeah. Its speed was unbelievably fast. By the time I grabbed the knife and ran out the door, it had already disappeared. The nearest intersection is dozens of meters away, but it vanished in just a few seconds.”
Zhou Wen walked over and made a half-joking comment, “Maybe the one standing outside the window just now was the world-famous champion Mr. Liu Xiang?” *Olympic gold medalist
Xu Shu glanced at him. “Who told you Liu Xiang is two meters tall?”
Before Zhou Wen could respond, Shen Feng behind him chimed in, “Maybe he was standing on the shoulders of the giant Mr. Yao Ming.” *Basketball player
“This isn’t the time for jokes,” Uncle Gazi said, clearly displeased.
When it came to ghosts and spirits, he took things very seriously, and Zhou Wen and Shen Feng’s jokes didn’t sit well with him.
Han Xue was finally gradually calmed down, but we didn’t dare ask her what exactly she had seen just now, afraid of frightening her again.
After Suo Tian came back from outside, he started frowning, as if deep in thought.
Aside from us sisters, Jundi, and Uncle Gazi, the others like Yangyang and Shen Feng still didn’t really believe in ghosts.
They insisted that the two of them must have been seeing things, or that someone was simply playing a prank.
It sounded absurd, but for them, they would rather believe that absurd explanation than accept that ghosts existed in this world.
When Han Xue, trembling and with a quivering voice, cried out, “There’s a ghost… I saw it… a pale face… no white in the eyes… just a big pale face… there’s a ghost, there really is a ghost…”
Suo Tian glanced at her, pressed his lips together, and then said to us, “I’ll keep watch here tonight. You all go back and get some sleep.”
— The end of the Chapter–
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