Chapter 5

Chapter 5

When Lu Yanchen got up, Shen Peizhi was still asleep.

He sat at the bedside, studying Shen Peizhi for a long, long time.

His features were as unfathomable as ever-I couldn’t glean anything from them.

On my second day as a Drifting Ghost, I had no phone, no books, and had to stay near Shen Peizhi.

I was terribly bored, circling the room countless times.

Only when the clock’s hands pointed to ten did Shen Peizhi wake languidly.

Yawning, she unhurriedly washed her face and brushed her teeth.

Then she ordered the servants to make her breakfast.

After eating and drinking her fill, she disdainfully rummaged through my suitcase, picked out an outfit, changed into it, grabbed the basement key, and headed out.

But her entire demeanor was fierce, making it obvious she was displeased and looking to confront me to demand an explanation.

I drifted ahead of her in high spirits, eager to see her reaction when she met “me.”

And I did.

The moment she pushed open the basement door, the smile on her face instantly froze.

Then came a piercing shriek, but as if terrified of being discovered, she clamped her hand tightly over her mouth.

From above, I watched as she approached “me,” step by careful step.

Watched as her trembling hand reached out to feel for breath beneath my nose.

Watched as she abruptly stumbled back several steps, her eyes filled with shock and terror.

Watched as she collapsed to the ground, dazed and helpless, staring fixedly at the long nail piercing my heart.

In over seven years since reuniting with her, she had always been high-and-mighty and bossy. This was the first time I’d seen such rich shifts in her expression.

Truly fascinating.

Apart from the smell of blood, a faint stench of decay lingered in the air.

Having savored her reaction, I turned to look at “myself.”

My skin was no longer vibrant; the parts soaked in blood had blackened, and my whole body resembled a stiff, broken rag doll.

She hadn’t held back, and the wound on the back of my head was now a ghastly sight…

Unable to bear it, I turned away and drifted out of the basement.

“Mom, it’s me. Can you… come to my sister’s hotel suite?”

“I think I… messed up… badly…”

“You’ll understand when you get here. It’s hard to explain in a few words.”

“Please hurry. I’m scared being alone…”

Choking back sobs, Shen Peizhi used my phone to call our mother, her voice tearful.

Tears and snot had smeared her delicate makeup, leaving her looking utterly wretched.

I sat nearby with legs crossed, leisurely enjoying her miserable state.

Once Shen Peizhi had calmed down, she locked the basement door and returned to the first floor.

Perhaps finding the wait unbearably long, she turned on the television.

Because of my “sudden death,” Shen Peizhi’s mind was not on the TV at all.

She kept glancing toward the door, utterly distracted.

I, however, watched with great interest.

An hour later, the doorbell rang.

Shen Peizhi rushed to the door at the fastest speed of her life, tears streaming down her face before the door was even fully open.

“Mom, my sister is dea-”

The word “dead” had barely left her mouth when her voice cut off abruptly.

Puzzled, I poked my head toward the door.

Standing there was unmistakably Lu Yanchen.