After the ritual, it was nearly dark.
When Jiang Zhi opened the door, he saw Zhou Xufang. She was sitting on his bed, holding a glass box, eating cotton candy with her two Martens kicked far away.
"How did you get here?" he asked as he closed the door.
Zhou Xufang, still in her socks, jumped down from the bed: "I climbed through the window."
Jiang Zhi glanced at the window and noticed the middle two aluminum alloy strips were somewhat bent.
He couldn't help but laugh: "My anti-theft window breaks every other day; the installer even thinks my room is haunted." No ordinary person could simply bend a window frame with their hands.
Zhou Xufang chewed her candy and smiled sweetly: "I am that ghost."
Jiang Zhi picked up his little ghost and placed her on the bed: "Have you had dinner?"
"I ate chips and candy."
Sure enough, if he wasn't watching, she wouldn't eat properly, growing fonder of snacks.
