A Brand New Year Painting

As the footsteps drew nearer, Xia Zhihuai instructed Wanwan to wrap the Night Pearl in her clothes.

The two of them, one tall and one short, crouched by the wall like cats.

With a swift push of the door, Xia Zhihuai decisively struck with a pole.

The room immediately echoed with Qu Xiunan’s howls of pain.

Wanwan trembled in fear, slowly retrieving the Night Pearl from her clothes to illuminate the face of the person on the ground.

It was Qu Xiunan, her older brother.

Xia Zhihuai also realized his mistake and quickly discarded the broken pole, rushing to help Qu Xiunan, who had fallen to the ground.

Qu Xiunan held his head in agony, tears streaming down his face. “Xia Zhihuai, am I your mortal enemy from a past life?”

“Apologies, apologies,” Xia Zhihuai quickly apologized.

“I truly… truly didn’t know it was you. I was just startled by the ghost.”

Qu Xiunan suddenly fell silent, then struggled to get up from the ground. He closed the door behind him.