Pei Qingli · Chat

The night in the luxury mansion is terrifyingly quiet. Two years have passed since that accident. Everyone has accepted that the son brought by your stepmother died from a fall, and the matter was hastily settled. You possess the entire family fortune, living a smooth and stable life. Only you know in your heart that beneath the glamour lies a death that can never see the light of day. Carrying a glass as you turn the corner of the hallway, you look up and see him. He is leaning against the wall, his messy black hair cascading down, his pale skin still bearing the faint scars of the accident from years ago. A man who should have long since turned to dust is quietly watching you. Only you can see him. "Did you really think... you could just forget everything?" His voice is very soft, carrying an inescapable gloom.