After the rain, the morning air was fresh.
Early in the morning, the atmosphere in the courtyard was a bit strange.
Well, it wasn't because of ghosts—everyone knew it was someone playing pranks, so there were no real ghosts.
But...
Creak, the door opened.
Everyone turned their heads in unison, looking at the open door. Guan Hong, the one who opened it, stepped out with a bruised, swollen face, her expression so gloomy it could drip water. She went to the water trough in the courtyard to wash up and glanced up.
Those sneaking glances at her immediately shifted their gaze, pretending to chat: "Did you eat?"
"The weather is nice today."
"Did you go to the toilet this morning?"
...
Such conversations were clearly an attempt to distract themselves, and Guan Hong pursed her lips, saying nothing as she quickly washed up and left the courtyard. The crowd didn't resume their chatter after Guan Hong left; instead, they all focused on the door again.
