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After all, it was already late at night, and the yard was not brightly lit. The slightest movement would make it seem especially frightening. Not to mention, it was a white shadow that looked like a ghost.

Zhao Chuanqi felt Gong Mengran's body tremble and her hands tremble. He quickly comforted her, "Don't be afraid, a dignified Chinese military officer is afraid of ghosts