"Any thoughts?" Yanshang leaned against the windowsill, one long leg curled up, watching the two ladies with a smile in his eyes.
Yanshang possessed the kind of clean, gentle elegance that made him appear reliable and trustworthy at a single glance.
Yanzhu let out a soft sigh. Though she was reluctant to admit it, all the clues seemed to point in one direction. Her tone turned serious: "I have a thought: there is a ghost on this mountain."
Chapter 17