The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

Bai Yu stood in front of Zhou Ren, his tall body straight, and his eyes, which were silly just now, now revealed an unquestionable majesty.

The female ghost's nails were only an inch away from Zhou Ren's eyebrows, but Bai Yu stretched out two fingers and gently pinched them.

"what--!"

The female ghost suddenly let out a scream, and black smoke came out of her nails as if they were burned by fire, and she retreated several meters.

Bai Yu raised his hand, his fingertips swiftly sweeping through the air. As his fingertips moved, a faint red light appeared in the air, forming an intricate spell. The spell was a hundred times more refined than Zhou Ren's, and the strokes flowed with a gentle yet powerful force.

"go."

Bai Yu gave a light push, and the red talisman flew towards the female ghost as if it had life, sticking precisely to her forehead.

"Om-!"

The red light of the talisman suddenly increased, and the ghost girl's body was instantly fixed in place. The black air quickly dissipated like fog dispelled by the sun, revealing her original appearance.

A young girl in a red dress, with a childish face, but the brilliance of the past has long gone from her eyes, leaving only endless sadness.

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Her body trembled slightly in the red light, as if she was struggling, or as if she was confessing.

The dormitory was dead silent.

Song Ran froze in place, holding the doll, his mouth wide open enough to fit an egg, his eyes wide open. Zhou Ren lay on the ground, forgetting to get up, staring blankly at Bai Yu's back.

"Okay, I won't make trouble anymore." Bai Yu turned around and turned back to her silly look. She scratched her head and smiled at Zhou Ren, "She won't scare you again."

Zhou Ren finally came to his senses, supported himself on the floor and slowly stood up. He looked at the female ghost who was frozen in place, then at Bai Yu, who looked innocent. He moved his lips for a long time before finally saying, "You idiot... No, no, I want to ask, who are you?"

Bai Yu blinked and pointed at Jian Yi: "I am her husband."

He walked up to the ghost, reached out his hand, and gently touched the talisman between her eyebrows. The red light faded a little, and the ghost finally spoke, her voice tinged with tears: "My child... My child is gone. She has been with me for more than ten years. I want to find my child..."

"The baby left a long time ago." Bai Yu's voice softened, as if she was comforting a sad child. "That day I saw a beam of light, and the baby was smiling in the light. He flew so high, and went to be reincarnated."

The ghost girl's body trembled violently, and tears of blood rolled out of her dark eyes. "Reincarnation... Will he want my child?" Her voice trembled like a leaf in the wind. "They all say... that even the underworld won't accept children conceived out of wedlock..."

"No," Bai Yu said seriously, "The baby is clean and tidy. The old man in the underworld likes him very much. He even made a new red string for him and said that he wants to be born into a good family and be a fat baby in his next life."

Jian Yi looked at her gradually solidifying outline and realized that she was actually very young, with a girl's youthfulness still between her eyebrows and eyes. It was just that she had been entangled in resentment for too long that she looked so hideous.

"Look." Bai Yu pointed to the night sky outside the window, where a shooting star was streaking across the sky, leaving a long tail. "Baby was just greeting you. He told you not to be sad."

The ghost girl followed his finger and saw that the meteor had disappeared into the clouds. However, the dark aura around her had faded, and the madness in her eyes had receded a bit. "Does she...does she still remember me?"

"I remember. My baby said that mommy looks best in a red dress, and even when she cries, he feels bad too."

Tears of blood continued to fall, and the ghost girl's sobs were soft, like the whimpering of a kitten. Zhou Ren and Song Ran stood nearby, not daring to breathe. The peach wood sword and doll in their hands had long since fallen to the ground.

Bai Yu continued, "If you're feeling down, just tell me. I'm listening. If you don't want to talk, that's fine too. I can send you back to your next life and find you a good family with a loving father and mother, plenty of candy to eat, and you won't have to suffer any more injustices."

The tone of his voice was soft and sticky, with a hint of childish seriousness, but to the ghost girl's ears, it was more effective than any spell.

"Thirty years ago..." the ghost spoke slowly, her voice hoarse as if it had been rubbed by sandpaper. "I was 18 years old that year, studying at this university. He said he liked me and that he would marry me after graduation..."

In the autumn of 1993, the sycamore leaves of Qingwu University were all over the ground. When the female ghost dragged her suitcase into the school gate, the bow on the end of her braid still had the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus from her hometown.

Her family runs a time-honored pastry shop in a small southern city. She is the apple of her parents' eyes. The monthly living expenses they give her are not top-notch, but they are enough for her to live a decent life among students.

She wears the sweater knitted by her mother, uses the camera bought for her by her father, and goes to the bookstore at the corner of the alley to buy old books on weekends. Her life is like white chrysanthemums soaked in warm water, simple but peaceful.

The day she met the scumbag, she was copying poems in the library. The boy, wearing faded jeans and clutching a collection of Rabindranath Tagore's poems, stood in front of the bookshelf and asked her, "Classmate, do you know which row the Stray Birds collection is on?"

His voice was like honey, and he was a little handsome. Back then, the scumbag was an officer of the student union. He would always wait for her under the teaching building with an umbrella on rainy days, would put the tenderest piece of pork ribs in the cafeteria into her bowl, and would give her a hand-woven red string on her birthday.

At first, the ghost was hiding. She had heard from classmates that the scumbag's family was poor and that he had to take out loans to pay for his tuition. But the way he looked at her was so bright, like hiding the entire starry sky, and he pursued her so closely.

When she stayed up late to draw up designs, he would bring her a thermos of hot milk. When she casually mentioned that she liked the sugar-roasted chestnuts at the school gate, the next day he would be clutching a paper bag, his nose red from the cold.

She sprained her ankle during a club activity, and he carried her on his back for three stops. The sweat from his forehead dripped onto her neck, burning her heart and making it tremble.

"I know I'm not worthy of you," he said, holding her hand under the streetlight after an evening study session. "Although I have nothing, I am sincere and want to treat you well for the rest of my life."

The female ghost's heart softened that day.

She began to secretly use her living expenses to buy him a new shirt, and gave him the camera given by his father, saying "You need this more than I do." She even took out all the scholarship money she had saved for half a year when he said "I want to send some money home."

She was immersed in the dreams he wove. He would take her to the moat to watch the moon, saying, "In the future, our home must have a balcony like this."

He would point to the sunset glow on the roof of the teaching building and say, "When I graduate, I will go to your house to propose marriage and ask your uncle and aunt to hand you over to me."

He would whisper poems in her ears, "The world kissed me with pain, and asked me to repay it with song, but after meeting you, I knew what song was."

She didn't know that he sold those shirts to a second-hand store, used the money from his camera to buy a game console, and even used the scholarship money she saved to buy gifts for other girls.

She only saw the "touched" look in his eyes every time he received something, and heard him say, "My dear, you are so kind, I will never let you down in this life."

Until that winter, the ghost girl discovered that she was pregnant.

Her hands trembled like leaves in the autumn wind as she held the test results. When she found him, he was playing games in his dorm room. She bit her lip and said, "I'm pregnant." He was stunned for a moment, then turned off the game. He grabbed her shoulders and smiled gently, "Silly girl, what are you afraid of? I'll marry you. We'll get married after graduation. We'll be a family of three, how wonderful it will be."

His words were like a reassurance. The ghost girl's eyes instantly turned red and she threw herself into his arms and cried.

But when her parents found out, they were nearly mad. Her father locked her in the house, and her mother, wiping tears from her eyes, advised, "Dear, he's only after our money! Break up with him! We'll raise the child for you. Live a good life from now on..."

Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, the ghost girl had a huge argument with her family for the first time. "He's not that kind of person!" She threw the sweater her mother had knitted and tore up the bankbook her father had given her. "You just think he's poor! I insist on being with him!"

She sneaked back to school and found the scumbag, her eyes still swollen. "I had a falling out with my family," she said, clutching his hand, her voice filled with desperate determination. "From now on...from now on, we can only rely on ourselves!"

The scumbag's smile gradually cooled down at that moment.

"On your own?" He pulled his hand back, a mocking smile on his lips. "Without your family's money, what can you rely on? Your pitiful living expenses? Or this evil child in your belly?"