The moonlight hazy, starlight twinkling, the evening breeze gentle, the little girl in the house has already fallen asleep, her sleeping face serene.
Another person might not be able to sleep, because floating above the nightstand is a Ghost, her appearance ruined, terrifying and ugly.
The Ghost's eyes were fixed on the sleeping little girl, unblinking. If there was an outsider here, surely they would worry about the little girl, afraid that the Ghost might harm her.
The night passed, Little Taotie had no dreams, opened her eyes and, with a soft voice, said: "I slept so comfortably!"
Little Taotie turned her head and found the Ghost had watched over her all night, and softly said, "Good morning, Ghost Sister."
The Ghost's eyes, which hadn't blinked all night, slowly blinked once.
Little Taotie crawled out from the bedding, chatting with the Ghost as she dressed, "Sister, I didn't dream last night."
The Ghost slowly nodded, "No bubbles emerged from you."
