Dark Marriage: Sleeping with Ghosts

This place is bigger and more complicated than she imagined, and she is trapped in this courtyard, and she still hasn't even figured out the structure of this home, who are those people sitting in the lobby, and what role they play in this home.

The only thing she knows so far is that the old woman sitting in the main seat and talking to her is Zhao Xining's mother.

Zhao Zhuoyan's name is Zhao Xining's cousin, so her father, Ruoer in the old woman's mouth is Zhao Xining's cousin, Zhao Zhuoyan is very close to this family, she just wonders why she wants to help her.

When Wang Lin woke up, it was already dark outside. The girl was lighting a lamp, and the candlelight was dim. She was used to bright fluorescent lamps, and this kind of candlelight, which could only illuminate a square inch, made her a little uncomfortable.

There is an indescribable uneasiness, always feeling that there is something quietly hidden in the corner where the candlelight cannot reach.

"Miss, madam, servant girl is going to get the night food." Seeing that she woke up, the girl turned the wick, and the candle was brighter, so she put down the lampshade.

"Well, thanks"

Following the girl out of the room, the air in the mountains was fresh. Wang Lin took a long breath and let it out slowly, feeling calm and clear.

She raised her head and saw the pure night sky on the blue tiles. The stars were like countless light spots scattered on a dark blue canvas, and the silver-white ribbon among the vast stars ran across it.

It's so quiet here at night.

I don't know how Zhao Zhuoyan is doing now.

The wing opposite was empty, the window was dark, Zhao Xining's room was lit, but Wang Lin didn't want to see her now, so she took a step forward and sat down on the steps at the door.

Calm down and think again, she can't erase the uncertainty and potential violence that she showed earlier because of Zhao Xining's dependence on her and her obedience these days.

She knew that Zhao Xining was actually the same as the people she saw in the lobby today, not as a gentle and elegant lady on the surface.

Everyone in the entire Zhao family only regards her as a soul-inducing person. The position of Miss Madam is considered an advantage for her. From the reaction of the old woman Zhao Xining's mother during the day, it can be seen that she is not satisfied with her and is very unwilling to put this The position was given to her.

As long as she can bring Zhao Xining back, marry her, and save her, the old lady doesn't care who this person is, but considering the face of the master, she still wants this person to be on the stage.

In the eyes of the old woman, she can only be regarded as barely on the stage at best.

In front of her was the huge mouth of the bottomless abyss, and now everyone was pushing her forward.

If she steps out, it will be beyond redemption.

But now she has no way out, so she can only bite the bullet.

I just want to be able to put it to death and survive.

Looking back on this month, it was really like a dream, a bizarre dream.

After dinner, after tidying up and serving Wang Lin to bed, the girl blew on the lamp and went to the ear room to rest.

The moonlight shone like frost on the dressing table in front of the window, Wang Lin couldn't sleep, she opened her eyes and lay on the bed.

I don't know what time it is now. The night here seems to be getting dark very fast, and people go to bed very early. She doesn't know the time. Her mobile phone shut down automatically in the car because the battery was too low, and she put it in her bag. Stay outside the Zhao Mansion with her box.

She didn't see a clock in the room and didn't know how they told the time.

Really unable to sleep, Wang Lin got up and walked to the window. There was silence outside the window, only the moon was still hanging high in the night sky. The moonlight was shining brightly, illuminating the courtyard brightly.

Wang Lin found that the light in Zhao Xining's room was still on, and felt a little strange. If someone passed by, she should be able to see it from here. Could it be that she forgot to turn off the light.

It was a cool night in the mountains, Wang Lin put on a coat and went to have a look.

Walking in the yard was chilly, she tightened her clothes and went to the door of Zhao Xining's room, opened the door, but saw no one else in the room, only Zhao Xining lying on the bed behind the shadowy curtain.

The lit candles were at the head and tail of Zhao Xining's bed, one at each end. Wang Lin raised the curtain and walked over. She found that the frame of the lampshade was black, and there were grotesque beasts drawn on the yellowish paper, and the words The scribbled characters are somewhat similar to pictorial symbols.

Looking at the sleeping girl on the bed, Wang Lin guessed that there might be articles in the lamp.

She tried to pick up the lampshade and blow out the candles, but found that the lampshade could not be removed, as it seemed to fit the base.

Wang Lin tried the lamp at the end of the bed as well, but there was no trace of connection.

If the lampshade is integral to the base and cannot be removed, how do they turn the light on and off.

Wang Lin leaned closer and saw the candle inside the lampshade. Could it be that the candle would ignite spontaneously? Wang Lin was immediately amused by her wild guess.

It must not be self-igniting, so is the candle actually burning all the time?

This is more likely. She didn't notice it during the day. It may be because the candle light itself is weak, and it is even less obvious during the day. It's just that if this is the case, how will they replace the candles.

Wang Lin suddenly laughed after thinking about it, why is she suddenly entangled in this kind of thing, since no one came to turn off the lights, there must be her reason, Zhao Xining is the young lady of this family, so she will not be negligent.

The mind returned to the person on the bed, the dim candlelight shrouded the space between the bed, adding a layer of warm and soft colors, what was hidden in the corner was no longer a disturbing monster, but hidden and hidden. Dew, so sour that I can't express my thoughts.

On this well-dressed face, she seems to be able to find a trace of the shadow of the female ghost who has accompanied her for more than 20 days and nights.

In fact, aren't they all the same person?

Sitting on the bed, Wang Lin looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar face, as if bewitched, she leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.

The touch is more real than ever before.

It made her want to cry inexplicably.

If possible, she would rather have a lifetime of illusion than this short-lived reality.

If this is just an ordinary girl, she will definitely take good care of her.