Chapter 1: The Strange Occurrence on Guard Spirit Night

  At the moment her body was hit by the car, I felt as if I had experienced the pain of her body being torn apart, and the fear of death in her heart. These two painful feelings intertwined, almost suffocating me, I tightly grasped my throat, in agony, about to collapse.

  She saw with her own eyes the fresh blood flowing out of her broken body, and she never moved again, dying on the spot!

  I tried to calm myself down and took a few deep breaths, after which I found that the large truck that had crashed into me was gone, and the blood on the ground was also gone!

  People and vehicles came and went in an orderly manner, no one remembered the car accident at that time, but I relived all the tragic processes.

  Why is it always me? Such a question appeared in my mind, could it be because I have the spirit of Shan's tranquility on me?

  Bǎo ān... ( Bundled peace...)

  When this name appeared in my mind again, my heart was all tangled up.

  This person who was once unrelated to me can make me feel like I have tens of thousands of pounds on my body. Suddenly, I thought that I couldn't go out to eat with Zhuang Junfan.

  I'm worried that I'll get stuck in my own infatuation, sinking deeper and deeper until I reach a point of no return. Although the possibility is tiny, why bother hurting others when I can just suffer alone?

  At this time, Zhuang Junfan stopped the car in front of me and asked worriedly: "Xiao Xian, are you okay? I seemed to hear you screaming just now?"

  He is so warm and thoughtful, like the spring sun, bathing my cheeks.

  It was also at this moment that I clearly realized that I liked this boy, really liked him!

  What's the point of liking something that isn't meant for me, why bother getting more involved.

  I sighed and made an excuse to him: "Nothing's wrong, it's just that my dad called me a moment ago and asked me to go back for a bit. I'll leave first, sorry!"

  After finishing speaking, I carried my bag and ran away hastily!

  If Ling Shan knew that I escaped from this private meeting with the male god like this, she would definitely scold me until my face is covered in dog blood!

  But I really can't, I force myself to lower my chest, unwilling and desperate!

  I don't know what kind of mood Zhuang Junfan is in, running away like that every time he sees me. Someone like him actually taking the initiative to invite classmates to lunch, how rare is that!

  But I stood him up and I bet he won't bother me again next time!

  Uh, next time—isn't it tonight's party? Thinking of this, I don't want to go!

  On the other hand, I also promised Ling Shan that Nizi is still waiting for me to give her a birthday gift!

  Oh no! Where's the perfume I bought?

  I was standing at the bus stop when I suddenly realized that both of my hands were empty. The gift I bought for Ling Shan, I don't know when it got lost!

  Racking my brains to recall, it seemed like in the shopping mall's restroom? I really can't remember clearly, at that time I encountered such a terrifying female ghost, I was so scared that I lost all sense of direction, how could I still remember whether I took the perfume or not?!

  Even if I had a hundred times more courage, I still wouldn't dare go back and look for it!

  Let out a sigh, being scolded by Ling Shan is more painful than being harassed by the female ghost. Now that the perfume is gone, let it be gone! I'll just consider it as sacrificing money to avoid disaster. When I get home, I'll give her that skirt she was nagging me for last time, anyway, I haven't worn it before!

  Back in my residential area, downstairs, I met Zhang's grandmother from the opposite door. She was hunched over and moving things into her house.

  Usually when I go out, I often meet this kind old lady. When I see her moving things, I naturally run over to help.

  "Grandma Zhang, I'm here to help you carry!"

  Grandma Zhang saw me and smiled kindly, saying: "Little Xian, isn't it fun to go back to the countryside for summer vacation?"

  "Pretty good!" I took over a large package of plastic bags from her hand, no need to guess, inside were some bottles and cans, elderly people are frugal, when they go out and see these things, they want to pick them up and save them to sell.

  We both live on the fifth floor, just across a corridor. I arrived at her doorstep first and waited for her to slowly climb up and open the door before helping her move in together.

  To thank me, Grandma Zhang invited me to stay and have a glass of iced tea. I thought Ling Shan would be coming to pick me up soon, so I declined!

  As soon as I entered the house, the sound of mahjong came from the living room. I glanced inside and saw Aunt Zhang pulling three big aunts to play fiercely.

  As soon as she saw me coming back, Zhang Ayi immediately said with a commanding tone: "Xiao Xian, you're back just in time. It's hot outside, go make us some iced sour plum soup to drink!"

  It's okay if she made me do things for those idle people, but what she did that I couldn't forgive was the skirt she wore on her body, which is exactly the red skirt I had never worn and was preparing to give to Ling Shan as a birthday gift!

  She actually took advantage of my absence and ran into my room to wear my skirt without permission? Why did she have to pick this one?!

  I walked gloomily to Zhang Ayi's side, glanced at the other three aunties at the table, and my eyes fell on the skirt she was wearing. This skirt was originally mine, but because it was a casual fashion style, I had worn a loose-fitting version of it. Now that it was on her, it was stretched tightly, not a single seam to spare. I was really afraid that if she took one deep breath, the skirt would be completely ruined!

  "Who told you to wear this skirt?" I asked irritably.

  She continued playing cards without any guilt, her eyes fixed on the game as if mesmerized, muttering: "Thirty thousand? Touch!"

  The person who was bumped into shook his head and said: "Looks like next time I'll have to wear a red outfit too, to intimidate the whole room!"

  "Haha, I lost the previous rounds, but this round seems to be my lucky turn, don't be jealous! " She didn't hear my question at all and turned her head to look at me with an expression of not understanding. "Didn't you hear what I said? What are you standing there for? Go get us some sour plum soup!"

  "Take off your skirt first!" I said expressionlessly.

  She looked down at the skirt on her body and said with great satisfaction: "This skirt was bought by your father last time he went out, right? The price tag hasn't even been removed. I thought you wouldn't wear it anyway. Don't you think it suits me better than you?"

  I really can't figure out where her confidence comes from, thinking that she's dressed appropriately. A good skirt was actually worn by her to look like a dance practice outfit!

  And there's not just one person who thinks this way, the fat auntie sitting right in front of me, who must be over 180 pounds, actually chimed in and said: "Exactly, Little Fairy, this dress looks great on her, how can you, a younger generation, have the nerve to ask her to take it off again in front of us outsiders? Isn't that too rude?"

  What's it to you? Since you know you're an outsider, at least have the decency to shut up, yet you dare to teach me what's right? Are you crazy?!