Night.
Pale moonlight filtered through the study window, bringing a faint light.
A figure sat bolt upright at the desk without moving. His nails were pitch black, his eyes faintly red, and he emitted a subtle stench of a corpse. A shadow seemed to dance and sway behind him, casting an eerie and terrifying atmosphere over the entire study.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
The sound of knocking at the door startled the figure from his daze, and at the same time, the countless whispers in his ears quickly dissipated. The previously black nails returned to normal, his eyes also returned to their usual state, and all strange phenomena in the room rapidly disappeared. He rubbed his cheeks as if just waking from a dream, his expression unpredictable.
"Changming, aren't you going to sleep?" his wife's voice came from outside the door, tinged with a hint of worry.
"You go to sleep first, I'll sleep in the study tonight," Xiao Changming said.
"Changming, are you okay?"
