After Entering a Romance Reality Show Disguised as a Man to Win Over All the Female Leads - Chapter 3

Rong Yu thought for a moment and decided that when they did the program task later, she would test Mu Shuiqing.

Immediately afterward, Host Zhang Yong’an had the remaining male guests draw lots for the female guests they would be cooperating with in the first round.

After the draw was completed, the first-round CP pairings became: Mu Shuiqing–Rong Yu, Lin Mengxing–Qin Wenhan, He Jiao–Sheng Ming, and He Huaiting–Seven.

The host clapped his hands. “I’m sure our dear viewers, seeing that our filming location for this episode is the entrance of a theme park, have already guessed today’s program task. That’s right. Today’s task is—braving the haunted house!”

Zhang Yong’an was still giving his impassioned speech. “As the largest haunted house in the country, Horror Club Haunted House possesses the most advanced holographic projection technology currently available, as well as the largest floor space for horror props. It allows players to experience terrifying scenes as if they were truly there. In such an exciting environment that shakes the heart and mind, what kind of cooperation will our four pairs of male and female guests show in this round? Will sparks of love fly?”

As he spoke, he led the staff and guests toward the haunted house.

The livestream camera also moved with them and slowly split into five groups.

Zhang Yong’an said to the camera, “From now on, our livestream footage will be divided into four separate CP cameras and one main camera for all members. Dear viewers, you may choose the separate camera you wish to watch according to your preferences, and send gifts to vote and rank your favorite CP!”

The livestream comments:

[Wenwen, I’m here! I want to watch Seven!]

[The domineering CEO Qin Wenhan and cat-like Lin Mengxing—this group feels pretty good too.]

[The only daughter of a financial tycoon, He Jiao, and Professor Sheng Ming. I feel like they should be joining Super Brain instead. Not sure what highly educated people are like in a haunted house, hehe. I want to watch.]

[I still want to watch Rong Yu and Mu Shuiqing, hahaha.]

[+1. I feel like those two are going to be scared to death.]

[How can Rong Yu look so soft, cute, and pretty? Is this a face a man can have???]

[Rong Yu and Mu Shuiqing—I suddenly caught the CP feeling. Aren’t they just the dumb-cute doll duo? I’m dying.]

[Why not assign these two babies a guardian? They seem to be the youngest this season, right? Both are nineteen. I’m a little worried about two kids playing in such a scary haunted house.]

[I feel like I already don’t dare to watch. Why don’t you let me go instead? Although I find kids annoying, I can reluctantly help out.]

[Sister above, your abacus beads are hitting me in the face.]

“Horror Club” was worthy of being the theme park’s top attraction. It was conveniently located near the front, less than a hundred meters from the left side of the theme park entrance. With the program staff leading the way, the group gathered outside the guardrails in less than five minutes, standing before the black, dilapidated castle-like building.

Protective railings had been set up at the entrance of the haunted house, and a sign had been placed there:

[Private filming today. Non-program personnel are prohibited from entering.]

The person in charge of the haunted house opened the iron gate in the railing and led everyone closer to the main entrance.

It was a broken wooden door embedded with all kinds of skulls, skeletons, demonic ghost faces, severed limbs, and broken arms, all sprayed with large amounts of fake blood. Together with the faint sobbing and wailing coming from inside, like both wind and someone crying, an eerie sensation that made one’s heartbeat accelerate rushed toward them.

Standing at the entrance, Rong Yu could even feel cold wind blowing out from within.

This haunted house truly lived up to its reputation as the largest in the country. When Rong Yu had written this setting, she had not felt much. Now that she was personally experiencing it, standing before the pitch-black castle, she only felt as tiny as a drop in the ocean. The haunted house occupied who knew how many mu of land. It was so large that it was somewhat frightening.

Host Zhang Yong’an even looked at the building and swallowed, nervously loosening the collar of his shirt.

The audience in the comments also began to feel afraid.

[Holy crap, Horror Club? I’ve gone to this theme park six or seven times and never dared to go in.]

[+111111]

[Ahhhhh, just looking at the entrance is already making me scared.]

Rong Yu blinked slowly and inspected the castle’s exterior from top to bottom.

Beside her, Lin Mengxing suddenly spoke. “Don’t we need to wear some equipment?”

After her reminder, Host Zhang Yong’an abruptly reacted and immediately withdrew his gaze from the haunted house. “Right, right. All of our guests need to wear pulse oximeters.” Zhang Yong’an laughed. “This haunted house is too scary. Even I got frightened and almost forgot the serious matter.”

Rong Yu glanced at Lin Mengxing. The young woman, whose curled hair was half scattered behind her and half tied into cat ears on top of her head, smiled with narrowed eyes at the camera, as if she had really only softly reminded him.

How exactly did she know the plot setting?

Could she be Lian Langsheng’s consciousness body? Was that why she had also read the original novel?

Rong Yu thought about Lin Mengxing’s reaction when she had handed her the sticker earlier and felt that it did not quite seem like it. Lian Langsheng was mature and steady. She probably was not the type to stick stickers on the back of her neck… right?

Besides, she still had not figured out what was going on with that strange lily fragrance on Lin Mengxing.

While Rong Yu was thinking, the staff had already brought over eight palm-sized portable pulse oximeters and fastened them to everyone’s wrists.

Zhang Yong’an continued explaining to the livestream camera. “Our ambulance is waiting right outside. This pulse oximeter can record everyone’s heart rate every second. If anyone’s physical reaction exceeds the range the human body can withstand, the medical staff will immediately enter and carry out a rescue.”

“In addition, since braving the haunted house is today’s program task, it will also be scored. The male and female guests will enter as a pair and clear the challenge together. The group with the lowest heart-rate data inside the haunted house will win. The winning group will receive a mysterious reward~”

As soon as he finished speaking, the comments began flooding the screen.

[Seven, Seven! Seven will definitely win!]

[Isn’t Seven and He Huaiting’s group guaranteed to win? Seven races cars, and He Huaiting comes from a martial arts family. Their hearts must be strong. Isn’t this cheating?]

[The domineering CEO Qin Wenhan and Lin Mengxing should be fine too, right? Don’t business wars also require a strong heart? Doge.]

[Sheng Ming and He Jiao feel a little uncertain… one is a professor and the other is a gentle beauty. I feel like they won’t get through the haunted house at all…]

[The person above, the group you should worry about the most is Rong Yu and Mu Shuiqing, hahaha. Rong Yu looks like a little lamb, and Mu Shuiqing is also a good girl. I’m afraid they won’t even dare enter the front door.]

[+11111]

[Little Brother Rongrong looks so cute. Can I go protect him www! said while twisting, crawling, screaming, and foaming at the mouth.]

Exciting challenge plots had always been able to draw crowds. Add to that the fact that the participants were all handsome men and beautiful women. Who did not want to see beauties tremble in fear and look weak and helpless?

The livestream’s popularity began a new round of increases, directly breaking past 170,000 viewers, while the total number of comments rushed to 600,000.

The entire screen was filled with special effects from viewers sending flower gifts to cheer them on.

Seeing that all the guests had put on their pulse oximeters, Host Zhang Yong’an immediately clapped his hands and exaggeratedly pointed at the ghostly entrance ahead.

“Alright, then now, we shall begin braving the haunted house!”

“According to our lottery order, the first group to enter the haunted house is—Qin Wenhan and Lin Mengxing.”

Rong Yu once again heard someone softly saying the exact same words as Zhang Yong’an. She looked toward the sound. It was still Lin Mengxing.

The staff around them had already begun clapping and cheering. In the crowd, Qin Wenhan stood upright in his suit. Even with the out-of-place pulse oximeter on his wrist, it still did not conceal the cold and stern aura of a domineering CEO.

To be honest, all the guests this season had been selected based on looks, so his appearance was naturally good. He did have a somewhat wicked, arrogant, domineering-CEO feel. It was just that standing beside Lin Mengxing, whose features were delicate and charming like a cat, no matter how one looked at it, Lin Mengxing was more eye-catching.

Lin Mengxing was slender and tall, with a graceful figure. She wore a pair of six-centimeter heels. Although she was smiling with narrowed eyes, her aura actually seemed to suppress Qin Wenhan’s.

Before entering the haunted house, she suddenly turned back and looked around. Her gaze swept past Rong Yu, then abruptly returned. She stared at her for two seconds, raised her brow slightly, then slowly withdrew her gaze and turned away.

That one look made Rong Yu’s heartbeat inexplicably quicken.

In the next moment, Qin Wenhan and Lin Mengxing pushed open the haunted house doors side by side. The howling cold wind inside became even wilder. The fierce wind lifted Lin Mengxing’s long hair, and the Hello Kitty sticker on the back of her neck appeared and disappeared faintly.

Just then, a three-meter-tall white skull-faced ghost wrapped in a cloak suddenly rushed out from the dark interior. Along with the piercing roar from the speakers inside, it passed through Qin Wenhan and Lin Mengxing at the entrance and quickly dispersed in midair.

The comments were full of the audience screaming [Ahhhhhhh!]. Some of the staff present also cried out in shock.

Rong Yu was not afraid. Instead, she was rather amazed. The haunted house inside her close friend’s brain world could actually be this thrilling. A haunted house created through holographic projection technology really did have impact.

Qin Wenhan glanced sideways at Lin Mengxing and said in a gentlemanly manner, “If you’re afraid, walk behind me.”

The comments immediately erupted with praise.

[Wow, this domineering CEO is so warm.]

[Qin Wenhan is kind of swoon-worthy.]

[Aiyo, don’t say it. They’re kind of shippable.]

Lin Mengxing tilted her head and glanced at him, smiling with an unclear meaning. “Okay.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her hand to touch the back of her neck, then stepped into the haunted house first.

Everyone outside heard the increasingly shrill screams sounding from inside the haunted house. Yet Lin Mengxing acted as if she could not hear them at all. Her movements were not affected in the slightest.

The heart-rate data for the two of them was displayed in the lower right corner of the livestream screen. A normal person was generally between 104 and 114. Qin Wenhan maintained a rate of 96, which was already slightly lower than that of an average person at rest. Yet Lin Mengxing was even lower than him, only at 80.

The livestream audience could watch Lin Mengxing’s side through the individual CP camera. But Rong Yu and the others could only see the main camera on the screen behind them, not the situation inside the haunted house.

Although they could not see inside, they could see the netizens screaming in the comments. The screen full of written screams displayed the terrifying atmosphere inside the house.

[Holy crap, ahhhhh, I can’t take it, fuck.]

[I can understand Qin Wenhan not being scared, but why is Lin Mengxing also so calm ahhhhh!]

[I’m shocked. Lin Mengxing can actually be calmer than the domineering CEO? What has she experienced?]

[My heart can’t take this anymore. How can they still be so calm from a first-person perspective?]

[Huh, why can Lin Mengxing always accurately dodge the ghosts’ attacks? quietly]

Rong Yu stared at the last comment for a moment, then glanced at Lin Mengxing’s heart-rate display and pressed her lips together in thought.

The host waited for about two minutes, leaving each group enough time to possibly freeze in fear inside the haunted house, before continuing.

“Next, please have the second group of guests enter the haunted house.”

The young professor Sheng Ming and the blond-haired, blue-eyed He Jiao pushed open the haunted house doors. After the earlier transition with Lin Mengxing and Qin Wenhan, when the white ghost shadow appeared again this time, everyone was not as nervous as before.

Sheng Ming lowered his head and smiled gently at He Jiao, reaching out to take her hand. “Come. I’ll lead you.”

He Jiao coldly avoided him. “Don’t touch me!”

Then she walked straight inside.

Behind her, Sheng Ming helplessly spread his hands and shook his head, smiling good-temperedly before also following her inside.

As a young and accomplished professor from a prestigious university, Sheng Ming was somewhat known among netizens. Combined with the fact that netizens did not know much about He Jiao, they were more biased toward Sheng Ming.

[Why is this He Jiao so rude? Speechless.]

[Professor Sheng is so gentle ahhhhh. This He Jiao really doesn’t know what’s good for her, aiyo.]

[Professor Sheng Ming is so pitiful. No choice. People without culture are like this.]

[Why so fierce? Tsk, tsk, tsk. This is how little princesses are. So noble.]

Some people also began arguing with the earlier comments.

[Are the people upstairs sick? It’s their first time meeting and he’s already grabbing her hand?? What breed of greasy creep is this?]

[This Sheng Ming looks like the kind of greasy older man who pretends to be a good person. Thinking he’s protecting others, forcing his wishes onto them. Isn’t that disgusting?]

[I’m wondering when He Jiao ever asked for help? She can walk on her own. Rejecting someone pulling her hand makes her a “little princess” now?]

Rong Yu frowned as she read, but she remembered that in the original work, He Jiao had a very good temper. In the program, she had never once raised her voice at anyone and had always smiled gently and weakly at people. Seeing her today, there was indeed a rather large contrast.

But the other three female guests’ character collapses seemed even more severe, to the point that they had even surpassed reality. Compared to them, He Jiao’s level of change actually made Rong Yu feel… well, it was still okay?

Seeing that He Jiao and Sheng Ming had been inside for two minutes and that their heart rates were maintained at 104, the host began having the next group enter.

The next group was Seven and He Huaiting. Seven had probably heard He Huaiting and Mu Shuiqing say earlier that he was not good-looking. As soon as the host said they could enter the haunted house, he walked in with a cold face. Behind him, He Huaiting followed closely, also wearing a cold expression.

Iceberg versus iceberg. For a moment, the comments even forgot the fear of the haunted house.

[Are these two hahahaha two blocks of ice?]

[Ice block x ice block? In a way, isn’t this also compatibility?]

[I’m dying, hahahahaha.]

As a result, before they had even walked far inside, everyone outside and the livestream audience simultaneously heard Seven’s hoarse scream from within. It sounded much more painful than the audio played earlier.

“Ah—! Help, ahhhhhhh—!”

The lower right corner of the screen showed that Seven’s heart rate had directly soared to 141, clearly almost exceeding the limit that the human body could withstand.

Host Zhang Yong’an shrugged at the haunted house entrance. “Looks like our little singing prince can also hit dolphin notes inside a haunted house.”

Rong Yu could not see the individual livestream camera, but she personally watched the comments instantly turn into:

[Ahahahahaha, I’m dying. Seven, why are you hiding behind the girl?!]

[Seven??? Why are you trembling behind her with your eyes shut the whole time?]

[He Huaiting OS: I would’ve been better off coming alone.]

[Although, but hahahaha, I’m sorry, hahahaha, this is really too funny, hahahaha.]

But soon, someone also noticed He Huaiting’s heart rate.

[Um—you guys help me see if I’m blind. 5… 59!]

[Person above, you didn’t see wrong. It really is 59. My god.]

[A heart rate of 59 while playing in a haunted house??? I thought 80 was already ridiculous!!!]

Rong Yu also turned her head to look. Sure enough, it was 59.

However, when she recalled how He Huaiting had silently chopped that huge tentacle monster into pieces and thrown it who knew where, then faced Mu Shuiqing’s supernatural paper figures without changing expression, Rong Yu felt that He Huaiting’s data made perfect sense.

Immediately afterward, the comments began worrying about Rong Yu and Mu Shuiqing’s group.

[It’s over. After seeing the guests’ reactions… I suddenly don’t really want Rongrong and her partner to go in.]

[Ahhhhh, it’s still so scary after watching so many times. Will the two of them be even more scared? My god.]

[Why don’t you two just not go? Sincere suggestion.]

Rong Yu waved at the livestream camera, made a cheering gesture, and silently mouthed, “It’s okay. I’m not scared.”

The comments that had originally been worried about Rong Yu instantly became a stream of screams.

[R-Rongrong smiled at me!!! Rongrong is so handsome he comes with his own filter, damn it. Why are my eyes full of pink bubbles?]

[Rongrong is so cute ahhhhh!]

[How can there be such a beautiful and handsome young man?! Little brother, big sister loves you. darkly twisting, crawling, rolling eyes, screaming.]

[Qingqing is pretty too, but she looks like she doesn’t talk much. Www, I’m worried about this group.]

While netizens were still posting comments, Rong Yu had already lowered her head and begun checking the pulse oximeter on her wrist to prevent it from falling off if they encountered any unexpected situations later.

Mu Shuiqing walked to her side with a wooden expression and quietly watched Rong Yu’s movements.

Rong Yu smoothly took her wrist and helped her refasten the pulse oximeter. Unexpectedly, Mu Shuiqing did not resist either. She just stood there blankly and let Rong Yu move her hand.

That obedient reaction looked a little like Lian Langsheng back when they were in school. In the past, whenever Lian Langsheng was in a bad mood, she would stand quietly beside Rong Yu without saying a word, silently seeking comfort, like a wounded big dog. Now Mu Shuiqing’s posture bore some resemblance to Lian Langsheng. Rong Yu could not help being briefly distracted as she looked at her, suspecting even more that Mu Shuiqing was Lian Langsheng’s consciousness body.

The livestream viewers did not know what Rong Yu was thinking and were still secretly shipping the CP.

As a male guest, Rong Yu’s height was definitely a disadvantage. She was about the same height as Mu Shuiqing. But her appearance was too beautiful and harmless. She looked like a little younger brother, so absolutely no one was viciously criticizing her height. Some even felt that the two were very compatible.

[Mixed-race little prince Brother Rong Yu x pretty Chinese doll top student? They look perfect together, I’ll say it.]

[I also suddenly feel like they’re kind of harmonious. Actually, I originally thought Rong Yu and He Jiao were pretty compatible, since both have mixed-race vibes.]

[Mu Shuiqing looks so aloof. I didn’t expect her to be this obedient? When Little Brother Rong Yu took her hand, she just quietly let him hold it, hhh.]

[Off-topic, but when Little Brother Rongrong was holding Shuiqing’s wrist to check the pulse oximeter, he looked so serious. His blue eyes were staring straight at Mu Shuiqing’s wrist. Little Brother Rongrong’s hands are so pretty. The way he held her hand was so sensual. I clearly like girls, ah. Am I going to be turned straight?? But if Little Brother Rongrong is also this sexy when he fingers me at night, that’d be great…]

[Sister above, put some pants on.]

[The comments section is not an uninhabited zone. Whose pants just got thrown onto my face? angry!]

Looking at the livestream comments from the program’s room, even Host Zhang Yong’an felt somewhat surprised. Rong Yu was a complete amateur who had never marketed herself or built a fanbase, and the program team had not pushed any paid commenters for him. Yet the audience’s affinity for him was actually this good?

One had to know that they had originally planned to rely on Seven’s fans to support the scene. They had never expected to earn this many comments through Rong Yu.

Seeing that the total number of comments in Rong Yu and Mu Shuiqing’s individual livestream room had clearly already surpassed those of Qin Wenhan and Lin Mengxing, as well as Sheng Ming and He Jiao, the host hurriedly signaled to the cameraman responsible for following Rong Yu and Mu Shuiqing, telling him to capture more shots of Rong Yu.

After Rong Yu finished adjusting both her own and Mu Shuiqing’s pulse oximeters, she led her into the haunted house.

What greeted them when they first entered was still the same white mist skull ghost projection from the entrance earlier. The two of them passed through the ghost expressionlessly and walked forward side by side.

The corridor they advanced through was dark and dim, barely allowing them to see some of the textures on the floor and walls. Fake blood dripped down from above. The thick, bloody smell was nauseating. The walls were covered everywhere with bloody handprints and marks gouged out by fingernails. There were even broken fingernails embedded in the wall cracks, making one’s scalp tingle just looking at them.

At the end of the corridor hung a painting. A tiny incandescent light was fixed above it, barely illuminating its contents. It depicted a pale, haggard middle-aged European woman wearing a headscarf.

Gusts of eerie cold wind blew past. Faintly, there was a sharp female voice, half-chanting, half-screaming, even calling Rong Yu’s name. It sounded as if the voice were right beside Rong Yu’s ear.

Along with a rumble of thunder from the speakers, the entire corridor suddenly lit up bright as day. The skeletons and twisted-faced ghosts hidden in the corners were instantly exposed under the strong light. The walls were covered with the character “death” written in blood.

In the painting at the end of the corridor, the sunken face of the haggard, wilted woman flickered and suddenly turned into a skull gushing blood.

Beside the painting, a black-robed figure in a cloak appeared. Every time the light flashed, it would abruptly dart several steps closer. Yet just as it was about to crash into Rong Yu, it vanished all at once.

A gust of cold wind suddenly shot toward the back of Rong Yu’s neck. She abruptly turned her head and came face-to-face with a zombie head whose face was half-rotted away.

The shrill screams and cries for help around them reached their peak in an instant.

The zombie had no eyeballs, only pitch-black eye sockets. Three-quarters of its facial skin was already gone, leaving only twisted blood and flesh barely hanging onto gray-green bones. Discovering that Rong Yu was looking at “it,” the zombie split open its mouth all the way to the roots of its ears, revealing a tongueless, blood-dripping palate, and made a strange hissing sound.

Only then did Rong Yu see that deep inside “its” throat was a bloodshot eyeball. The eyeball rolled around once in the zombie’s throat, then met Rong Yu’s gaze. The flesh and veins attached to the eyeball bulged, wrapping around the eyeball and then loosening again, like a blink. Then it suddenly shot toward Rong Yu.

Fortunately, it was restricted by the flesh connected to the throat and stopped between the zombie’s teeth.

The livestream viewers were already frightened silly.

[Mom ahhhhh, why do I feel like the ghosts in Rong Yu’s group are scarier ahhhhh!]

[Holy crap, retreat, retreat, retreat! Help!]

[Damn, why is Rong Yu’s group different from the others??? Isn’t this bullying? Ahhhhh, I’m scared to death.]

The livestream viewers were still screaming.

In the next second, Rong Yu raised her hand and grabbed the protruding eyeball.

She carefully squeezed it twice, amazement undisguised in her eyes. “Wow, it’s actually physical?”

Livestream viewers: “……?”

Zhang Yong’an was also stunned. “.”

Is this the reaction you should have in a haunted house?

Only then did some viewers finally recover from the terrifying experience. Trembling, they glanced at the heart-rate display in the lower right corner of the screen.

[H-Holy crap? Look!]

[Rong Yu—a heart rate of 44?]

[A heart rate of 44? Is he human? Normally, only top athletes can reach that at most. Is Rong Yu dead???]

[Did none of you notice that Mu Shuiqing’s heart rate is also very low?]

[Shocked! Mu Shuiqing’s heart rate is 54? What’s going on with these two?]

[Wait, Rong Yu just adjusted both of their pulse oximeters. They probably weren’t put on properly, right? Otherwise, how could they be that low?]

[Right, right, right. They definitely weren’t put on properly!]

[If they weren’t put on properly, that explains it. Otherwise, it’s way too impossible. This is a haunted house!]

[Wait—you guys look—]

[Mu Shuiqing’s data seems to have… changed?]

In the livestream footage, Rong Yu fiddled with the eyeball in her hand, then touched the ugly zombie in front of her. After confirming that there were no staff or machinery inside it, and that it was just an ordinary prop operating on some unknown principle, she abruptly turned the zombie in front of her around so that it faced Mu Shuiqing, who was standing behind her.

“Rawr! Scared you!”

The thin, weak-looking girl who had been quietly following behind her had delicate features, snow-white skin, and red lips. She stared at the zombie’s skull face for two moments, then turned her gaze toward Rong Yu. A bit of confusion showed in her slightly dull eyes.

The prop blood above them was still dripping. It happened to fall onto Mu Shuiqing’s forehead, flowing down along her bangs and then down the side of her face all the way to her jaw. At that moment, rumbling thunder sounded again from the audio effects, and the room began flashing once more. The flickering light illuminated Mu Shuiqing’s beautiful, hollow face on and off. Combined with the fake blood on the side of her face and her empty crimson eyes, she actually looked even more eerie and frightening than the skull face beside her.

The livestream viewers were already too frightened to send comments. Yet Rong Yu felt nothing at all. She quickly took tissues from her pocket and carefully wiped the fake blood off Mu Shuiqing’s face and hair.

Mu Shuiqing quietly let her move. Her bright red lips parted slightly, but she said nothing. However, a faint flush actually began spreading across her face, which was as pale as powder, like red clouds over a snowy mountain.

Only the livestream viewers could see her intense heart-rate fluctuations.

[54—56—65—79—…—123?!]

[Um, looking at it this way, there’s nothing wrong with the pulse oximeter. So the problem is with the person wearing the pulse oximeter. not really]

[I’m dying. She had no reaction when encountering ghosts, but her heart rate soared when Rong Yu touched her face. Miss Shuiqing understands romance. I ship it, I ship it.]

[Not to be that person, but other people’s suspension bridge effect means that when someone is scared and nervous, they mistake it for being moved by the person beside them. But you two are completely treating the ghost like a background prop, hello!]

[Zombie’s internal monologue: 6. You’re feeding people dog food right in front of my face, huh?]

The livestream audience was so excited they could hardly believe it. But inside the haunted house, Rong Yu, in an environment where new ghosts popped out around them every so often, felt a little more melancholy.

Could Mu Shuiqing really not be Lian Langsheng?

But the way she stood there quietly and let Rong Yu wipe her face truly did resemble Lian Langsheng from the past, when she had gotten hurt and obediently waited for Rong Yu to apply medicine to her.