Liu Feng was there, watching the trap being set, his presence a silent promise of protection that he couldn't openly give.
Mo Chou felt a sudden, overwhelming urge to run to him, to tell him she knew, to tell him they could fight this together. But she checked herself. If she revealed her identity now, the entire camouflaged world they had built would shatter.
Instead, she adjusted her spectacles, tightened her grip on her cane, and began her exit.
She had seen enough. The Lu family wanted a war between ghosts? Fine. She would give them a haunting they would never forget.
As she cleared the stone wall and returned to the mundane streets of the city, the "Old Granny" pulled a burner phone from her pocket. Her fingers flew across the keypad, her expression grim.
The message to Lu Jinhai could wait another hour. First, she had to ensure that the "Ghost" in the garden didn't walk into a suicide mission.
