C220 Ghostly Haircut

"Mister, I'm scared. Who's behind me? Her voice is terrifying, and I don't want to see her." The young woman clung to Ye Mingyuan, refusing to turn her face.

Ye Mingyuan was at a loss, unsure of what to do.

Yuvyuv's hand gently stroked the young woman's long, silky black hair that cascaded down her back. It was as soft and shiny as her Beautiful Mother's hair had been when she was alive