The night is getting deeper and the fog is getting deeper.

There was a vast amount of water vapor floating in the courtyard, layer by layer, covered by mist.

There is no moon at night, and only the dim street lights of Qiao's house shine on the ground.

Light and shadow intertwined, branches intertwined, and landscape paintings were projected on the ground.

In the bedroom, Fang Ya fell asleep in a daze.

The head hurts dullly.

Her little hands were holding the quilt tightly, and there were big beads of sweat on her forehead.

"Yaya, Yaya, grandpa is here to see you. Do you miss grandpa?"

"No, no..." Fang Ya's eyes closed, murmuring and sweat flowed.

"Yaya, it's so cold outside. Can you let my grandfather enter the house?"

The deep, old voice drifted in the air...

"Yaya, it's cold and painful, my grandfather's heart disease is in trouble again..."

"Yaya, where is the medicine, what about the medicine you bought for me..."

"Yaya, Yaya... You haven't seen your grandfather for a long time..."

"Grandpa misses you..."

"No, no..." Fang Ya's hand tightly grasped the quilt, her facial features were twisted and painful, "Grandpa, your death really has nothing to do with me. The car was not my hand and foot, it was Qiao Tianyou, Qiao Tianyou."

In the darkness, Fang Ya's voice was tense and her shoulders twitched.

She was so scared that she shrank into a ball, unable to tell the difference between reality and dreams in her mind.

Qin Shien's voice floated in his ears, shaking around, as if it was real and as if it was dreamy.

She was so scared that she trembled and grabbed the corner of the quilt tightly.

The pillow is already wet, and it is hard to tell whether it is sweat or tears.

"Yaya, the medicine you gave your grandfather is so bitter..."

Qin Shien'en's voice kept echoing in Fang Ya's ears, like the wind and like a ghost.

It is erratic, buzzing around the earlobe like a bee.

"Grandpa, don't torture me anymore...I'll burn paper for you tomorrow... OK... Grandpa..." Fang Ya grabbed the quilt and sweated all over.

Just then, Fang Ya heard the sound of the medicine bottle shaking.

The pills jumped in the bottle, making a "dongdongdongdong" sound.

"Ah..." Fang Ya covered her head, her headache was about to explode, "No...No..."

"Yaya, please help my grandfather try this medicine if it is bitter..."

Old age, a vigorous voice sounded, mixed with the sound of pills.

This sound made Fang Ya collapse.

The headache was already very serious, but now I feel like I'm in dire straits and in great pain.

She covered her ears with her hands, not wanting to hear this dream-like voice.

"Yaya, Yaya..."

"Grandpa... don't force me anymore, don't force me anymore..." Fang Ya burst into tears, "I secretly replaced the medicine you took, but your death has nothing to do with me, it doesn't matter!"

"Oh, Yaya, you don't love your grandfather anymore... you won't come to accompany your grandfather..." The old man sighed.

Fang Ya became more and more creepy, and her body was trembling with fear.

"No, I don't want to be with you, I don't want to die, I want to live, live well..."

"Yaya, you have taken away all my grandfather's things, what should I do..." The old man sighed again.

The long sigh sounded particularly creepy in the darkness.

It's like a bell ringing in the dark, ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding , crisp but ethereal.

There is an illusion and ethereal that cannot be grasped.

"Grandpa... Didn't you give me those things... Grandpa, you can't go back on your word... Grandpa, can I burn paper for you? I'll burn whatever you want." Fang Ya hid in the quilt, her headache was split.
Chapter completed!