Jian Lan was not afraid of the successive deaths of people around him or the strange cries in the building in the middle of the night. Even when he was blindfolded and tied to a chair, he remained calm. It wasn't until a cold and biting hand took off his blindfold and forced him to look directly at her that Jian Lan started to tremble slightly.
"Surprise? Xiaolan?"
The ghost came close to his face and rubbed his lips with his hand.
Jian Lan's fingers hidden in the shadows curled up, and every cell in his body was screaming. The thoughts in his mind were twisted and dark, and he even trembled with excitement.
His voice was a little hoarse, and he slowly raised the corners of his mouth, smiling a little weirdly.
"It's really, really surprising."
Purpose: Mutual salvation and trust