Tang Qingxue didn't believe in the existence of ghosts or spirits. If there really were ghosts in this world, then why had her mother never visited her, even after so many years since her passing?
At that moment, a chill swept over her, causing her to shiver uncontrollably. She pulled her coat tighter around herself and slowly walked towards the large tree, flashlight in hand.
Seeing this place from the bedroom was entirely different from experiencing it in the depth of the night.
She was barefoot in slippers, and the cold wind was piercing. She could feel the chill around her ankles distinctly. Suddenly, something darted out, brushing past her foot, and quickly escaped. She was startled, dropping the flashlight, but hurriedly bent down to pick it up.
Only then did she see clearly that it was a mouse scurrying into the grass. She let out a breath of relief, pressing a hand against her chest.
