"Never walk alone at night!"
The price for Qin Yue's disdain for the fortune teller's advice was: he met a ghost in a deep alley that night and died unexpectedly.
In order to stand in the sunshine and embrace his property again, Qin Yue began to see ghosts every day...
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Wen Yanshu's eyes, with slightly raised corners, seemed to have no focus, but were too deep to see through. Her long black hair was spread over her shoulders, and the dim candlelight shone through the gaps in her hair. He is handsome but not offensive, and the sickly white color on his face seems to complement each other surprisingly well at this moment.
In just such a moment, Qin Yue's doubts disappeared.
(Gentle as jade, black-faced and aggressive × treating money as life, bullshit and acceptance)