C135 Who Is the Little Devil

I ran all the way back, my hair and clothes still wet from the rain, the things I'd bought from the paper packing shop covered by a black bag, unaffected.

"Change your clothes, don't catch a cold."

"It's fine, Auntie."

I put the bag on the floor and tried to figure out how to design it, how to make the evil ghost appear, and there were only a few ways