Then he suddenly whistled. “Come out and thank the two benefactors!”


  Ye Sui was still wondering about the con-ghost’s action when a manhole cover not far away from her suddenly opened. A skinny hand lay on the ground.

  Ye Sui’s heart trembled; who might this be?

  A scrawny figure appeared from the inside. Instead of walking, it glanced into the hole and bent down to reach in.

  Exerting whatever strength it had, it pulled out a second child from the hole, who then turned around and pulled up another child.

  In this way, the previous one pulled the next one, and eight children came out one after another, standing next to the con-ghost in a line. Their clothes were also worn-out like the swindler.

  Ye Sui asked, “They are all your……”


  The con-ghost looked at the ghost children. “These are all dead children. They also have no family. After departing from the living world, they just float around and don’t know where to go.”


  “When I meet such poor children, I give them some food.”


  Ye Sui instantly understood why the con-ghost always don’t have enough to eat. It turned out that he wanted to raise these ghost children.

  When the con-ghost waved his hand, the ghost children shouted in unison with tacit understanding, their voice resounding through the sky. “Thank you, big sister, thank you, big brother! I wish you a hundred years of good marriage and early birth of your son!”


  When Ye Sui heard the last part, she almost staggered a few steps. Her face suddenly turned red like a ripe peach. “Don’t talk nonsense.”


  Ye Sui promised the con-ghost that she would burn things for them immediately. Afterward, the con-ghost led the ghost children away.

  Chen Shu, who had not spoken for a long time, noticed Ye Sui’s strange behavior and asked, “What did they just tell you?”


  Hearing this, Ye Sui trembled, thinking that she couldn’t say that those people wished them both an early baby.

  Ye Sui’s ears blushed again. She didn’t look at Chen Shu, moving her head away guiltily. “Nothing.”


  Chen Shu stared at Ye Sui’s red ears for a few seconds. Puzzled, he asked, “Why are your ears so red?”


  Ye Sui groaned, raised her hand in disguise, fanned her flushed cheeks, and casually said, “Is it? It’s hot.”


  As soon as the voice fell, a gust of wind blew—cold and bleak—and rolled up the fallen leaves on the ground. They landed on Ye Sui’s feet.

  As if saying, ‘Look, you are lying.’


  Ye Sui did not dare to look at Chen Shu and hurried forward. However, she suddenly realized that she was pulled away by force. Chen Shu had stretched out his hand and grabbed her.

  Ye Sui turned and met Chen Shu’s eyes. He stood before her, looking at her earnestly.

  He didn’t notice that Ye Sui was lying. Realizing that the temperature of his hand was cold, he thought about it and found a way.

  Chen Shu was tall. As he stood in front of her, he seemed to cast a heavy shadow. At this moment, Ye Sui felt like she was beset by his scrutinizing gaze.

  The dark night pronounced the outline of Chen Shu’s eyes, his deep gaze focused at her.

  Chen Shu suddenly raised his hand, his slender fingers went around Ye Sui’s ear, then he hooked the edge of the mask, and gently removed it. When the mask slipped, Ye Sui’s face was exposed.

  “Is something wrong?” Ye Sui simply asked.

  Chen Shu lowered his eyes, and he suddenly put his hand on Ye Sui’s ear, completely covering it. His cold breath enveloped her in its embrace.

  Chen Shu’s voice slowly cleared. “Isn’t it hot? I’ll help you cool down.”


  Ye Sui could see that Chen Shu’s actions were natural, and he was simply helping her.

  Ye Sui’s head suddenly went blank, but her heart beat violently. Overwhelmed, she spoke incoherently, “I, I…… now I feel cold again; let’s go home.”