The rain pattered outside the window, lingering and sad, the streets were wet due to rain, and the world was gray.
The rain stopped the moment Zhong Zhixu folded his umbrella and walked in.
Zhong Zhixu: "..."
There were no lights on in the house, so it was pitch black.
She saw a figure sitting on the sofa and thought it was her cousin, and said casually: "Hey, come here and turn on the light."
There was a "pop" and the light turned on.
Zhong Zhixu blinked again, and her "cousin" had already floated in front of her. A wet feeling like rain came to her face. The other party tilted her head slightly, staring at her with cold, pure black eyes. After a moment, she raised her cold hand and touched Zhong Zhixu's cheek.
"Hello, human, I'm a ghost."
... This is not her cousin at all.
Intention: Be grateful and cherish the present moment