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As night fell, a thin, gauzy mist began to envelop the city, gradually shrouding the night sky. With no desire to watch television, Ziya opened her computer to look up information related to the News Agency, which had been established in 1999. She could also check it on her phone.
Rereading the letter carefully, she felt warmth radiating from the gentle words. After folding the letter neatly, a faint smile crept onto her lips. Sitting at her computer desk, a message caught her eye. Clicking on it, she saw that an anonymous user had sent a message asking, "Are you afraid of ghosts?"
"Who are you?" Ziya asked, slightly startled as she moved the mouse and typed.
"I'll say I'm a ghost. Are you scared?" The other party sent a chilling image of a terrifying female ghost along with their message, startling Ziya. She guessed that this person was definitely a member of a horror group playing a prank on her, and with that thought, she felt somewhat reassured. Just then, an inexplicable cold breeze swept through, causing her to turn around.
"Ziya," came a soft call, accompanied by a chilling touch. Ziya stared in shock as Zhou Chen appeared behind her.
"How did you get here? How did you change back to your original self?" Ziya exclaimed in surprise, looking at him still maintaining his playful demeanor. Memories of high school flooded back as they locked eyes in silence for what felt like an eternity.
"How have you been?" Ziya gradually sensed a mist obscuring her vision. She longed to rush into his arms and tried to reach out...
"Knock knock, Ziya, are you okay?" Suddenly, there was a loud knock at the door, and Zhou Chen hurriedly hid in a corner. Ziya wiped away the tear stains on her face with a tissue before getting up to approach the door.
"What is it?" She tried to keep her tone calm and suppress the dryness in her throat, but her voice still wavered slightly.
"Who are you talking to all alone? Open the door and let your mom in," Zi Anqing said, clearly puzzled but helpless against her daughter's stubbornness as she continued to persuade her to open the door.
"What! I can't sleep and was just reciting lines from the play we rehearsed back in school!" Ziya didn't want to let her mother in; she had just looked in the mirror and noticed that her eyes were bloodshot from crying. If her mother saw that, it would be quite alarming.
"You little brat, can you really bear to leave your mother outside while talking through the door?" Liu Haoming heard the commotion from the living room while watching television. He got up and walked to Ziya's room door only to find his wife being shut out by their daughter.
"I really have nothing going on, what are you all so worried about?" Ziya snapped back angrily as soon as she heard Liu Haoming's voice.
Outside the door, Zi Anqing shot her husband a speechless glance, choosing not to reveal what she had just overheard. She didn't want to stir up any trouble in their peaceful home. She nudged Liu Haoming with her elbow.
"Forget it, let's just go rest! It seems she doesn't like us interrupting her rehearsal for the play."
Liu Haoming nodded, letting out a heavy sigh. He was secretly worried that their daughter's condition might change upon hearing the news of that boy's death... he could hardly bear to think about it.
Ziya pressed herself against the doorframe, relieved to hear that her parents seemed to have left her room. She let out a sigh of relief and turned around, only to find Zhou Chen sitting at her computer desk, moving the mouse and sketching a gradually clearer portrait of a woman.
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