The woman turned, staggered through the living room, and walked in the direction of the bedroom.Dad, Song Yali and Song Jiahao live in several bedrooms.

“Shall I get you some gauze?”

The woman did not squeak.

After Song Jiahao's bedroom, she looked inside.Continue to go inside.

At the door of the master bedroom, she stopped.Ask Milan.“Who is the woman on the bed?”

Milan is confused.“Didn’t you sleep in that bed?”

She went into the house to look.There was a woman in the bed.Then the sweat came up.The woman in the bed was Song Yali.Who was the woman she brought in?

The woman was standing behind Milan.

Song Yali sleeps in bed unscathed.

Milan did not dare to turn.She asked, “How did you get hurt?”

“He accidentally fell off the glass and fell off the floor.I wasn't ugly at first."

A cold, thin hand rested on Milan’s shoulder.

“You are not dead?”Milan did not dare to move.

"How do you know I'm dead?"

“Your ashes are still in the cemetery of Nansong River in the city.I went to worship last month.”

“Did you see with your own eyes that I was pushed into the furnace?”

“No... no.”

“How do you know that you buried my ashes?”

“...”

“How do you think I’m dead?”

“...”

“Since it is impossible to identify.How can you find another woman to sleep in my bed?”

“Mother—”

Milan just wanted to turn back, the hands on his shoulders were so hard that blood oozes into the nails.

“You, like that man, are evil.You are all damned!”

Do not –

A spirit.

Falling out of the dream again.

The cold sweat.

The tears.

Trembling.

Shrinking.

The glass window is dark.

It is like a circle around the shroud, tightly wrapped around the sky.