The Nightmare Experience of a Useless Person

Late at night is the quietest time at Lok Sin Tong. Unlike when I first came, I feel a little unaccustomed to it now. It feels empty, as if I'm waiting for something.

What are they waiting for? Probably the window needs repairing. The night wind that sneaked in was a bit colder than yesterday, making Qingjun's forehead feel chilly.

Qingjun tightened her arms, holding Ali in her arms even tighter. Ali had always had trouble sleeping, but with Qingjun's care, she had improved quite a bit in the past few days.

The baby in my arms was soft and warm, like a little heater. Just holding it made my body feel warm from the inside out.

This feels so good. Qingjun has always been respected, but here, she is treated like a child, and people worry that she is not sleeping well or eating enough.

"Aren't you full?" Thinking of this, her hand involuntarily reached under the pillow again. There were still a few plums in the small cloth bag. She took one, put it in her mouth, and it tasted sweet. It was so nice. Jiang Shuo probably really treated her as family, which was why he gave her the cloth bag and snacks.

However, it was true that she was not warm enough; she hadn't bought any new jewelry or clothes in a long time. With the year drawing to a close, she could certainly buy some warm clothes, but while buying for herself was one thing, what about the children of Leshantang? She couldn't very well use other people's offerings to take extra care of these people who were not destined for immortality.

Thoughts, like withered leaves, fell in large swaths when the wind blew, burying Qingjun completely. She was a little tired. She had never thought about these things before. Understanding people's thoughts and ideas really takes a lot of energy, especially Jiang Zhiyang, who was particularly difficult to understand.

Sleepiness came with the sound of rain pattering on the windowsill, light and slow, drip-drip-drip, dampening her sorrow. Was she dreaming? It seemed as if a faint, muffled sobbing sound was lingering in the dampness.

The soft swallowing sounds were sour and bitter. In an instant, Qingjun's body seemed to plummet from the clouds. With a jolt, her mind was fully awake.

It wasn't a dream; someone was really crying. Just as Xiulian said, it was a man's voice. Could it be that there really is some lonely soul crying in the night on the outskirts of Rongcheng?

Qingjun lit a lamp, but fearing that the candlelight would disturb it, he only gently enveloped the light inside his outer robe, and then moved step by step following the faint sound.

The sound was sometimes loud and sometimes soft, probably coming from the courtyard, but the courtyard was pitch black and it was raining, so who would be hiding there crying?

Qingjun didn't have time to think much. It was difficult to even take a step forward in the dim light. Afraid of waking the person in the dream, she dared not bump into anything.

The closer you get to the courtyard, the clearer the sound becomes. You can tell that the sound is being suppressed, probably because the pain is hitting the edge of losing control again and again, making the crying sound distorted.

Who was it? Qingjun felt that the voice sounded familiar. Could it be that the ghost was slender, tall, and had a delicate face? For some reason, the thought made Qingjun's heart pound, thumping and making all the blood in her body swell.

However, just as Qingjun stepped across the threshold, the crying suddenly disappeared, as if vanished without a trace.

Qingjun stretched out the candlelight to illuminate the scene, but the night enveloped it, making it impossible to see anything. She took another step forward until the fine rain dripped onto her neck, chilling her passionate blood.

There was indeed no one there. In front of me was a high wall, and beneath me were several flowerpots. However, it seemed like I had stepped on something.

She bent down to pick it up again, but when the dim light shone on the ground, it was blood! Was it blood? The light red color, diluted by the rain, was mixed with the spilled flower soil, wetting the front of her shoes.

Her heart pounded again, making her whole body tremble. Qingjun looked up abruptly and saw an envelope-like object lying on the flowerpot.

Thanks to the good growth of those few spider lilies, which supported the papers upright, they didn't fall into the mud. Qingjun reached out shakily to pick them up, her fingertips just touching the objects.

"Kiyo-jun, what are you doing here?"

Her heart skipped a beat, almost falling out of her chest. She turned around, only to be met with a shadow looming over her. After a moment of focused attention, she saw a handsome face illuminated by a dim, yellowish light.

"It's me, Jiang Shuo. Did I scare you?" he said softly, gently squeezing Qingjun's arm with his large hand, as if to calm her down.

"It's nothing." Her low, hoarse voice came out with difficulty from her dry throat; she was indeed quite frightened.

"I'm sorry, Qingjun, I scared you. Why did you come out? It's raining outside." He comforted her while reaching out his arm to pull Qingjun to his side and leading her into the house.

"I can't sleep, so I'm getting some fresh air." Before she could calm down, Qingjun blurted out her words haphazardly.

"Would you like me to brew you some medicine to calm your nerves and help you sleep?"

"No need to trouble yourself, I'm a little sleepy now, I'm going to bed."

"it is good."

How could he possibly fall asleep? Qingjun stroked the object beneath him, guessing it was probably a letter or a painting. Luckily, Qingjun had been quick-witted and slipped it into his outer robe, so Jiang Shuo probably hadn't noticed.

However, it's no longer convenient to light a lamp now. Was it left by Jiang Shuo? Or by that crybaby? It couldn't possibly be Jiang Zhiyang's, could it? At that time, the air seemed to be filled with only the chill of winter, followed by the medicinal scent on Jiang Shuo's body. Could it be that Jiang Shuo also has some unspeakable heart ailment?

Amidst Yu Jing's chaotic thoughts, adding to the heaviness of the night, Qingjun drifted off to sleep.

In her dream, there was an endless darkness, stagnant air, and biting cold that enveloped her. In the distance, she heard faint sobs. Without her having to look for them, the sobs quickly became clear, loud, and piercing Qingjun's eardrums.

She reached out, trying to summon a ray of light, but only a faint flame ignited at her fingertips. She moved closer, trying to see the light more clearly, but the flame suddenly reflected a face!

It was a little baby crying! Tears, tinged with a faint crimson, streamed down the corners of his eyes. Suddenly, the little baby opened his mouth wide and bit down hard on Qingjun's thin forearm.

After she finally managed to break free, she saw black blood oozing from the teeth marks. Her skin began to rot. She, who had lived a life of infinite longevity, was actually going to die!

I was jolted awake by a sharp rooster crow. The faint morning light fell into my eyes, and my back was covered in a sticky, cold sweat.

What's wrong? What happened? Why is she dreaming? Qingjun reached out, but there was nothing beside her. However, the object that had been pressing down on her was still there. In the light, the yellowed paper revealed faint handwriting; it was indeed a letter.

She got up and got out of bed, but there was no blood on her shoes, only some sand and water stains. When she went out, the yard was just damp after the rain, with no overturned soil or seeping blood.

Everything was like a dream, vanishing into thin air after dawn...