He pushed open the door to the Quiet Chamber.
There he saw Mao Qingzhu in a simple yet elegant green dress, no makeup, her long black hair barely held up with a jade hairpin, giving her a refined and fresh appearance.
Her figure was graceful, her waist as slim as a willow, moving with a delicate grace akin to the wind blowing through the slender branches, and the hidden fear beneath her dark brows evoked a sense of pity.
Chen Ye was no exception.
Just mere ghosts?
Finally, an opportunity to showcase his masculine charm in front of a female who wasn't a little girl.
But surprisingly, Mao Qingzhu was actually afraid of ghosts?
"Sister Qingzhu, don't worry."
Chen Ye stepped forward, his posture straight and his expression steady and sincere. To be honest, his appearance indeed easily gave people a sense of security,
"Mere ghosts, not worth mentioning?"
As expected, Mao Qingzhu showed signs of being moved, her beautiful eyes slightly wavering:
