KNOCK, KNOCK. Their door was suddenly rapped, followed by Wanyou's familiar and gentle voice.
"Shen Cheng, Sister, do you know where my new bottle of Magnolia Perfume is?"
Wanqian's body shook violently. She clamped her mouth shut, stifling a scream. Shen Cheng also shuddered but managed to steady himself, determined not to lose control or make a sound.
Why had Wanyou, dead for a year with no trouble in that time, suddenly reappeared here after a year? Was it because she had died with reluctance? Was it because she couldn't rest in peace? Or was it because she…
Shen Cheng dared not think further. Wanyou's voice rang out once more in their ears.
"Ah, it was here all along. You two go to sleep; I'm going back to sleep too. Good night, sweet dreams!"