Chapter 37

  Du Jiajun and Hua Qizhen seemed to have understood something, and they returned to class with a brightened mood.

  At leisure time, Youyou heard them whispering in the corner: "Yes, it must be like that. We misunderstood. That woman is not a ghost!"

  "That's right, there are no ghosts in this world!"

  "Hey, what are you guys discussing? What's going on with ghosts or something?"

  Du Jiajun grasped her hand tightly, his eyes fixed on hers with a mixture of tension and anticipation as he asked: "Xiao You, shouldn't there be one or two restaurants or hotels on your street that have waitresses wearing cheongsam?"

  After thinking for a moment, he replied: "There is a restaurant called Yuefu at the street corner, and the female waitresses wear cheongsam when they work."

  "See!" Du Jiajun's face cleared of its only cloud, and she turned to Hua Qizhen: "I told you so, that night we were just too sensitive, that woman must have been a waitress at the restaurant, not a female ghost!"

  Hua Qizhen still looked a bit worried: "But that rice dumpling seller was also scared away!"

  "As for that, Fu Bo is probably also overthinking. We were influenced by him and mistakenly thought the woman was a ghost."

  Du Jiajun's analysis was spot on, and even Hu Qiuzhen couldn't find any flaws in it. So she remained silent, but her face gradually brightened up. After a detailed analysis, the two now believed that the encounter that night was just a false alarm.

  After all, humans always tend to think on the bright side of things.

  Even if there is the most terrifying thought in one's heart, they will desperately bury it deep within. Let it never see the light of day, slowly rotting away in the dark soil. And then on that day, it will forever disappear from the heart, as if it had never existed at all.