The gentle English song once again echoed through the empty room… Yan Qing had turned on the phonograph. He placed Anxi’s corpse on a chair at the dining table and went to the kitchen to cook.
The food smelled delicious and abundant.
Although Ghost Anxi couldn’t actually eat, she still licked her lips hungrily.
She watched Yan Qing place two servings of food on the table, one placed in front of her corpse…
“Anxi, let’s… have dinner,” Yan Qing said affectionately to the corpse version of Anxi.
Then he picked up his chopsticks and started eating.
“Find a man who can cook and marry him,” was what the previous Anxi thought, but… encountering a man who cooks for a corpse with such a doting expression… she could only think—
Wow… he’s not a psycho?!
Yes, this guy said he liked… not loved… and only in the last second before his death… what then? Loving Mu Rou wholeheartedly?
“Is that so? I understand…”
Yan Qing nodded, “In that case, I don’t need to be concerned about anything.”
“Yan Qing… take care of yourself! Hand over the rest early.”
Chen Yan chuckled softly, “An Xi is not here, there are some things… you actually don’t need to be so persistent about… Over the years, whenever it comes to An Xi’s matters, you’ve always lost to me… You, Yan Qing, are just a failure.”
After dropping these harsh words, Chen Yan left, leaving only Yan Qing staring blankly at the door that had been closed again.
Ghost An Xi floated around him worriedly, also finding it hard to believe… Has Yan Qing really been persistent about her all these years? Was she really so naive before?
“…Hehe… Hehehe… Hahahahaha…”
Yan Qing, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly burst into a hysterical laugh, not even noticing his glasses sliding down his nose bridge. He gripped the edge of the table tightly, his eyes sparkling with a strange light.
“Chen Yan, since you’ve spoken so bluntly, I no longer need to restrain myself…” Yan Qing curved his mouth slightly, “Should I use a knife? Or… an axe? Hehe… Which would An Xi prefer?”
“!” The ghost An Xi, suddenly called out in midair, trembled silently…
A knife? An axe? She didn’t really like either… What was he planning to do?
