The young couple didn't want to go dance; they just wanted to sit in their seats and watch the fun.
Jiang Beiyu even chatted with Su Nanzhi: "Will they notice?"
Su Nanzhi: "Ordinary people might not."
Jiang Beiyu stopped talking.
He Jingchuan couldn't fit into their conversation at all, and sitting next to them, he felt the loneliness of being single.
He genuinely felt sad.
Then he took his wine glass and left, distancing himself from this place of sadness.
But the two quickly noticed something amiss; the ghost was heading in their direction.
It wasn't moving fast, rather like a drunkard, swaying a bit as it walked, adding to its eerie face and neck. The lopsided way it moved was full of creepiness.
Su Nanzhi's eyes sharpened, and she set down her juice cup. In the next second, that figure suddenly accelerated, rushing straight toward the two of them.
