Opening the system panel in his mind, Wei Xicheng discovered that after transmigrating, there was still some energy left in the system. Feeling the weakness of his current body, he did not hesitate to use all of the remaining energy to enhance his physical condition.
Although the energy was minimal, after being strengthened, Wei Xicheng felt that he at least had a bit of strength and was not as weak as when he had just woken up.
With the added energy, a tingling itch spread from his wrist—his wound was slowly healing.
After a while, he heard the soft sound of the door closing. It seemed that Wei’s mother thought he had fallen asleep.
Wei Xicheng opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was the female ghost’s black hair.
She was standing by the bed, bending over to look at him. Most of her face was hidden behind her long hair, but the one visible eye carried a look of curiosity.
Wei Xicheng nodded at her, then turned his head away, ignoring her. Right now, he had lost too much blood—he was in no condition to deal with ghosts.
However, the female ghost didn’t give up on observing him just because he ignored her. She reached out and brushed her hair aside, revealing her deathly pale face. The bloodstains on her face became even clearer due to the stark contrast between red and white.
She imitated Wei’s mother’s actions, sitting by the bed, trying to grab Wei Xicheng’s hand. But her hand passed right through him.
Seeing her actions, Wei Xicheng withdrew his hand from the ghost’s arm, then adjusted his posture and loosely held her hand.
Maybe it was just his imagination, but the bloody tears on her face seemed even redder than before.
On a summer afternoon, the room was sealed off from the heat outside, leaving only bright sunlight indoors. It was quiet—an eerie sense of warmth arose from the strange scene of a semi-transparent, terrifying ghost and a boy who had nearly become a ghost himself sharing a room.
The female ghost was the first to withdraw her hand. She pointed at her stomach, then mimicked a gesture of cradling a baby.
It wasn’t an illusion. Red tears slid down her face, disappearing the moment they left her skin.
Wei Xicheng looked at her and understood the rough outline of her story.
The female ghost glanced at him, no longer trying to scare him, then silently walked away and crouched back down on the windowsill.
Wei Xicheng pondered over this. The woman’s intelligence might not be as low as he initially thought.
She wasn’t even afraid of sunlight, which meant that, as a vengeful spirit, she already had the ability to move outside. Yet, she was willing to remain in this small hospital room, proving that her obsession ran deep.
A while later, the hospital room door opened again. Wei’s mother entered quietly, carrying a thermal food container.
The female ghost glanced at her, seeming to lose interest, and simply stared out the window, treating the two living people in the room as if they didn’t exist.
Wei Xicheng noticed that the red tears on her face had returned to their dull color. Perhaps her emotions weren’t as intense as before.
“You’re still awake?” Wei’s mother placed the container on the table and touched Wei Xicheng’s forehead with the back of her hand.
“Are you hungry? Want to get up and have some porridge? The doctor said your body is still weak, so you can’t eat anything too greasy yet—it’ll upset your stomach. Have some porridge first. Once you’re feeling better, I’ll cook something delicious for you.”
“Mm.”
“Don’t talk. Save your strength. I’ll help you sit up and eat something.”
The original host had lost too much blood, leaving behind an extremely frail body. Even with the system’s assistance, Wei Xicheng still felt slightly dizzy.
He forced himself to eat a few more bites—he needed to recover as quickly as possible to adapt to this world.
Even though the original host had always been on the verge of an emotional breakdown, he still insisted on completing his college entrance exam. In his heart, passing the exam was his silent farewell to everyone.
Now, only two days had passed since the exam ended. Wei Xicheng calculated that he should recover soon so that he could attend the upcoming class gathering and check out He Cheng’s situation.
In the plot, both powerful and weak ghosts got along well with He Cheng. If there was nothing strange about this, Wei Xicheng would never believe it.
The original host once thought that his own fear was the reason he ended up in this situation. He even tried to overcome his fear and communicate with the ghosts—but no matter how many times he attempted it, he always failed.
After spending a full week in the hospital, Wei Xicheng felt like his body was wasting away from lying in bed for so long.
Wei’s mother had insisted that he stay in the hospital for seven days. If not for the fact that he had finally expressed his desire to attend the class gathering, she probably wouldn’t have let him get out of bed yet.
The female ghost stood to the side, watching Wei’s mother busily packing up their things. A complicated look flickered in her eyes.
“You’re leaving?” A female voice suddenly spoke.
Wei Xicheng turned around abruptly and saw the female ghost’s lips move.
“It was me.”
He immediately looked toward Wei’s mother, but she was still tidying up, completely unaware of the voice.
“She can’t hear me.”
“You…” Wei Xicheng opened his mouth, attracting Wei’s mother’s attention. He quickly shut his mouth and shook his head, shifting his gaze away from the ghost.
Wei’s mother folded a blanket and gently reassured him, “What’s wrong? You can talk to me, I’m your mom. There’s nothing you can’t tell me.”
“Mm.” Wei Xicheng nodded, then glanced at the ghost, signaling to her.
“You keep packing. I’m going to the restroom.”
In the narrow hallway, Wei Xicheng leaned against the staircase railing, watching the female ghost drift back and forth.
“You can talk?”
“You’re leaving?” Instead of answering, she asked another obvious question.
“Mm.” At least after these seven days, Wei Xicheng knew that she wouldn’t harm him, and the restriction in his body could protect him.
“I’ll be leaving soon too.” The ghost floated in front of him and flipped upside down—just like how he had first seen her.
“Take this.”
A small red bead hovered in the air. Wei Xicheng reached out, and this time, his hand didn’t pass through it.
“Where are you going?”
The female ghost ignored him and floated back toward the hospital room.
Wei Xicheng followed her, noticing that her figure seemed even fainter than before.
All the discharge procedures were completed, yet until the very moment he left, the female ghost never appeared again.
Only the cool sensation of the red bead in his pocket reminded him of her presence.
Maybe she had simply been lonely for too many years without anyone to see her. Or maybe she had finally let go of her obsession.
Either way, it had nothing to do with Wei Xicheng.
He touched the red bead and strode out of the hospital.
Neither of his parents displayed any special emotions, but the lavish spread on the dining table spoke volumes.
“It’s good that Chengcheng is back.”
His father was a rugged-looking man, but at that moment, his eyes were red. During Wei Xicheng’s hospital stay, he had often seen his father in a suit, carrying his briefcase, rushing back and forth.
Wei’s father was just a low-level employee at a state-owned company. Although his job was stable, it didn’t pay much.
“A man should stand tall—no difficulty is insurmountable. If you don’t want to talk to your mom, then talk to me. I understand, and I support you. But you can’t be impulsive again, understand?”
His father’s voice was gentle. He hadn’t had the chance to talk much with Wei Xicheng these past few days, so when he finally did, it inevitably turned into a lecture.
“What are you saying? Can’t you stop talking and just eat? Chengcheng, have some more.” His mother glared at his father. Their son had just come home—why bring that up?
The truth was, they still didn’t know why their son had tried to take his own life.
They had asked the teachers at school, but the answers were vague. His homeroom teacher only mentioned that their son didn’t get along well with his classmates.
After confirming that there was no bullying involved, they stopped their investigation, afraid that prying too much would hurt him further.
“Mom, Dad, I know. I was just impulsive. It won’t happen again.”
“Good. Now eat.”
Wei Xicheng’s parents had no idea that their son was special enough to witness supernatural events.
After dinner, Wei Xicheng returned to his room. As soon as he stepped inside, he felt a chilling gust of wind.
The entire room was filled with ghosts, both big and small, as if they were competing to see who could be more terrifying, more gruesome.
The moment he opened the door, all the ghosts turned their attention to him, each one moving as if ready to lunge at him.
Even Wei Xicheng was startled. Growing up to adulthood with a sound mind in this kind of environment—that would have been abnormal.
Although he wasn’t particularly afraid of these things, he also couldn’t tolerate being overwhelmed by a horde of dead spirits. Just as he was about to step back and close the door, the red bead in his pocket flew out before he could react, glowing faintly in the room.
The appearance of the bead successfully halted the ghosts. Some curled up in the corners, while others directly passed through the walls and fled. The room suddenly felt much emptier, no longer as overwhelmingly eerie as before.
Wei Xicheng gazed at the bead, which had now floated up to the ceiling lamp, deep in thought. He hadn’t expected that female ghost to give him such a valuable gift. However, beyond this, he still had no idea what the bead’s actual purpose was.
Since he couldn’t figure it out, he stopped dwelling on it. Wei Xicheng walked over to the original owner’s desk and casually picked up a notebook. The messy handwriting inside clearly showed how unstable the writer’s emotions had been.
He thought for a moment. His parents had probably already looked through this, but they clearly hadn’t found any answers.
He then walked over to the bed, reached underneath, and pulled out a locked wooden box. After searching a corner of the wardrobe, he found a key.
Click.
Inside the box was a diary.
He opened it—there was nothing else written inside. Every single page was filled with just two characters: “Lin Yan.”
Wei Xicheng remained silent for a moment, then closed the box, locked it, and stuffed it back under the bed. Casually, he tossed the key out the window.
He wouldn’t open the box again. The emotions contained in this diary had already left forever, along with the original Wei Xicheng.
Author’s note: Writing this world was a bit of a struggle. Oh well, I’ll just skip the plot from now on. Since this is the last world, let’s just use it as a transition and focus on sweet moments instead!
