Three Cannon Fodders

“Allow me to send you back first.”

Fan Yulei looked at the dazed eyes of Wanwan, leaning against Xia Zhihuai’s embrace. He gently caressed her head, his hand moving slowly. Wanwan turned her head, seemingly asking him what he was doing.

Fan Yulei smiled and said, “I’ll go inform Big Brother and send you home.”

Xia Zhihuai and Wanwan were good people, so he followed them around late at night.

Rubbing her eyes, Wanwan sat up, yawning and rubbing her stomach. “Brother, I’m hungry.”

“Do you have any snacks left? Eat something to fill your stomach for now, and later I’ll buy you some more,” Xia Zhihuai replied.

He stood up, holding her in his arms, and glanced at Fan Yulei’s departing figure. His gaze swept across the corner of the hospital corridor, and he furrowed his brow slightly.

“Wanwan.”

“Yes?”

“I think I just saw a female ghost wearing a red wedding dress,” Xia Zhihuai whispered to her.