The handsome roommate was astonished. "She's your daughter!?"
The old woman's hair was white, her face a web of wrinkles. She looked old enough to be their great-grandmother!
'But isn't Mu Bao a sweet young girl? Did this woman have her late in life?'
Ziyou didn't care about any of that. He'd only heard one thing: Mu Bao was her daughter. He was ecstatic. "Mu Bao really is here! I want to see Mu Bao!"
"Alright. Follow me inside."
The old woman turned and walked toward the inner room, the two boys following close behind.
The courtyard was utterly desolate. There was nothing in it but a tall locust tree, shrouded in moonlight.
[Why does this courtyard feel so eerie? There's no warmth at all. It feels like no living person has been here in a long, long time.]
[Locust trees attract ghosts. Of course the yard feels cold and spooky!]
[Aaaah! Stop it, that's terrifying!]
