A melodious tune of piano sounded in the silent night, mellow and tactful, but a little unusual. Then, suddenly, there was a gust of wind outside, gushing continuously, appearing like an omen.

  Ye Sui and Chen Shu looked at each other, while Xi Zhao’s heart was fiercely shaken. Calming himself down a bit, he said, “Come in.”


  After entering, Ye Sui and Chen Shu noticed that the more they walked in, the clearer the piano sounded, as well as the eerie atmosphere ringing in the huge house.

  When they went to the living room, a big piano became visible. There was no one on the piano stool, but the black and white keys were moving on their own. The sound of the piano was low pitched, and even if someone came, it did not stop.

  Ye Sui saw a woman standing beside the piano. She had long hair, a pale face, and calm eyes. She was none other than Xi Zhao’s wife, Ning Ling.

  Ye Sui took a deep breath and called out, “Ning Ling?”


  Just after the words fell, the piano stopped, and Ning Ling turned to look at Ye Sui.

  Ye Sui: “Can I have a word with you?”


  Ning Ling nodded. She knew that Ye Sui and others were outside, so she especially played the piano to lead them in.

  Xi Zhao watched Ye Sui talking to the air, and his eyes flashed with shock. Chen Shu had long been accustomed to Ye Sui doing this, his eyes having been fixed on her.

  Ye Sui: “Do you have anything to say to him?” Ning Ling did not answer.

  “Only when some words are spoken does the truth become clear.” Ye Sui saw Ning Ling’s expression. Obviously, she had some grievances before she died, and there was a layer of anger written on her face.

  The facial features were still beautiful, but the eyes were like a dead lake.

  After a long time, Ning Ling opened her mouth. “Ten years ago, an accident happened: our daughter died. It is our common pain……”


  Ning Ling and Xi Zhao blamed themselves for it. However, even though Ning Ling managed to get out of the painful memories and wanted to start a normal life with Xi Zhao, he changed.

  He was often on set. Even when he went home, he busied himself in writing scripts and seldom spoke to Ning Ling. The two became more and more estranged as time went by.

  Ning Ling was angry with Xi Zhao as a result. Because of his work, he forgot his daughter’s death and the feelings between them.

  As Ning Ling spoke, Ye Sui conveyed her words to Xi Zhao, who was very surprised. What she had said was all that happened between him and Ning Ling, with no way for Ye Sui to know.

  It turned out that his wife was really present here. Xi Zhao looked at the air beside Ye Sui with a complicated expression.

  When Ning Ling spoke, she did not look at Xi Zhao at all. Instead, her eyes were filled with hatred.

  Others said that Xi Zhao only loved movies, not caring about anything else. And she shared the same thought. Their daughter was dead, but he didn’t give a hoot. She was unhappy at his cold-heartedness.

  She wanted to see if he would remain so unfeeling and heartless now that she was dead.

  With this conviction, her soul drifted back here after her death. Ning Ling hated his indifference towards her before her death, yet this was still the place she wanted to return to the most.

  Ning Ling watched Xi Zhao, who just sat there in silence for a whole day and soon began to work again.

  Speaking of her experiences, Ning Ling cried. She choked up and said, “Even when I am dead, he is so indifferent. He really doesn’t love me at all.”


  Xi Zhao opened his mouth but did not speak.

  Ning Ling growled as her face darkened even more. “I intentionally played the piano late at night, walked around the ground in the early morning, and sometimes also destroyed his manuscript. I don’t want him to have a comfortable life.

  “People say that this place is haunted, and they can’t live here any longer. I have achieved my goal, scaring everyone away. But why hasn’t he left yet?”