[Xu Feng, who ran nine seconds and fifty-eight, failed to regain his dignity and was verbally provoked by his mate, which severely insulted his character, leading to their first rift.]
The next day when Su Qing opened her eyes, there was a narration in her head. It was good news, quite nice; it seemed her words yesterday had worked.
Who cares if he's uncomfortable, as long as she's happy. She even hummed a tune while making breakfast.
"Oh my dear, living in this village, I was born and raised here... Holy crap, why does opening the door make no sound? Gave me a fright!"
Just as he was singing with great enthusiasm, Shen Yi appeared in front of the kitchen's glass door with her hair disheveled. If it were nighttime, he would have thrown the pot in his hand.
Unlike Wang Xing, who's rather thick-skinned, he himself is quite afraid of ghosts. Despite being a young man raised under the red flag and in the spring breeze, he's naturally afraid of spooky stuff.
