Chapter 173: Toasting

After hearing this, Su Mian realized that this wasn't an NPC in the game; this was herself.

The things she said were all things Su Mian wanted. Since it was her own consciousness, it was easy to handle.

"What about my parents? What will they do in the future? And my roommates, my friends."

"You wouldn't know that I already have many friends, and my lover won't stay here either."

The Su Mian in the mirror was silent. She suddenly chuckled.

"You're right. At that time, he said I was like a little cat, and also like a butterfly, needing to fly toward the sky, needing to pick all kinds of flowers, needing to see the beautiful world."

She started crying again, her eyes filled with things Su Mian couldn't understand. "So he knows you won't stay."

She sighed and let go of Su Mian's wrist. That place had been pinched shockingly, but Su Mian forgot to withdraw her hand.

"You still have so many, many things to do. Just with these, how can they trap you?"

"Why are you crying? Aren't you living very happily?"

Su Mian frowned and asked. The one in the mirror smiled and gradually faded away. "When you wear this wedding dress, you will understand."

The illusion disappeared, and the room was silent.

Su Mian couldn't describe the unease and depression. Actually, this kind of psychology had been lingering in her heart since entering the instance.

At that time, she thought it was because of the murderer's identity that this emotion was produced. Now it seemed it wasn't.

The lover she mentioned, wasn't it Mao Rongjun?

Why would she cry for Mao Rongjun, and why would she want to stay here?

Her brain was a mess, and her heart was like being covered by a layer of gray fog. She peeled off one layer, and the next layer was still fog.

She walked to the third floor in a daze. She hadn't taken a few steps before bumping into something. She reached out and touched it, touching a coat pocket, then further up, touching a neck and an Adam's apple.

Su Mian withdrew her hand violently.

"Sir."

Mao Rongjun responded. "I know where the light is. I'll take you there."

As he spoke, he held Su Mian's hand and pulled her inside.

In the silent space, only two sets of footsteps could be heard. Gradually, a set of footsteps appeared behind Su Mian.

"Don't look back."

Mao Rongjun pulled her hand tighter, reminding her. Su Mian felt it was strange.

Suddenly, a hand behind her hooked Su Mian's other sleeve. She paused, and the Mao Rongjun in front also stopped.

"That person... grabbed me."

Su Mian lowered her voice. Mao Rongjun said, "Shake him off."

Su Mian tried to shake him off, but was pulled tighter. With two hands pulling her, she was pulled sideways. "Wait a minute."

Su Mian touched a wristwatch on the hand of the person behind her, which was exactly the same as the one on Mao Rongjun's hand yesterday. She understood.

She immediately shook off the hand of the person in front.

That person roared and turned into green smoke, rising slowly into the sky.

The man behind her handed the red lantern to her and stroked her head.

"Wife is very smart."

Su Mian grabbed his wrist just as he was about to let go and leave.

"I... can I see your face?"

The Mao Rongjun who was grabbed was silent. He chuckled, took the opportunity to lift Su Mian's hand, and pressed his lips to it, performing a hand-kissing ritual.

"Sorry, I'm very ugly and don't want my wife to see."

After a long silence, Su Mian felt he had already left, so she turned on the switch of the red lantern and the corridor lit up instantly.

The string of footprints in front came from the fake Mao Rongjun. The footprints were backward, opposite to the direction they were walking. Sure enough, something was wrong.

If she had followed that person, there would inevitably have been some accident.

Between her thoughts, the lights in the whole house lit up, everything returned to normal, and the task was completed.

Su Mian breathed a sigh of relief, checked the time, and found it was time for the evening banquet again.

This time it was the bride's turn to toast the guests. The auntie cook came to touch up Su Mian's makeup again, and before long, the players gathered here again.

Eating the banquet every day, and it was the same few dishes every day, making Qiao Yinuo's face turn green, but Su Mian was still eating with her head buried as usual.

Meng Yaya's complexion wasn't very good, which made everyone pay extra attention.

Tiffany: "Meng Yaya, didn't you live in the thatched cottage? Why do you have such heavy dark circles?"

Meng Yaya ate two bites listlessly. "It's quite safe, but the rooster started crowing very early. I finished the task in the afternoon and originally planned to take a nap, but heard someone stepping on branches behind my house again. It's annoying."

After speaking, even the twin sisters put down their chopsticks.

"We."

"Also."

Qiao Yinuo was a bit surprised. "Is that so? I thought we were in a haunted house, so this situation would appear. There was also someone stepping on branches behind our house."

Su Mian, however, said something hair-raising. "Was it really the sound of walking and stepping on dry branches and rotten leaves?"

Qiao Yinuo swallowed, not knowing what she was thinking.

Actually, Su Mian had heard this sound since the first day she lived in Li Meili's house.

Later, because the Mao family's bedroom was too comfortable, she fell asleep quickly at night, and because it was on the second floor, she almost forgot about this matter.

Bringing it up again at this time, I'm afraid there was something tricky.

"Sisters, hurry up and toast."

Mao Ning was gnawing on a chicken leg, her mouth full of oil.

The players looked at each other, picked up their wine glasses one after another. As they toasted the table of Mao Fu's elders, a very slight sound of small feet stepping on a thick carpet came from behind them.

"*Puji*... *puji*..."

The sound was sticky. Everyone subconsciously looked back. A small, low table covered with vulgar red cloth actually "walked" over by itself.

On the tabletop, the thumb-sized white porcelain wine cup had clear white liquor swaying gently.

Su Mian was the first to reach out. When her fingertips touched the cold porcelain cup, the red cloth table trembled happily, as if being tickled.

"Toast to the elders."

People at the wine table stood up one after another, raising their glasses to signal, saying pleasant auspicious words, praising Su Mian for being beautiful, having a good figure, and having a sweet mouth, even though she hadn't said a word.

Before, when following her parents to visit relatives, Su Mian didn't like to talk much, and she only said those few words when toasting.

But whether it was her mother's side or her father's side, they treated her as well as their own daughter.

Although most of the time she held a drink, ate quietly, and listened to them chat about stocks, family matters, and work.

No one asked how her studies were, and they didn't mention her illness at all, only saying she had grown tall again, her fingers were slender and good-looking, and no one felt it was a buzzkill even if she kept a straight face.

The adults' laughter was hot, like wheat straw stacks dried by the autumn sun, surrounding her in the middle.

Before, Su Mian was indifferent to everything in the world. Now, accidentally recalling this scene, she actually felt very happy.

The liquor went down her throat, cold and bone-chilling, the cold air drilling into her bone seams along her fingertips.

Qiao Yinuo was naturally a pleasing appearance, and her glib mouth made them happy.

Only Mao Fu sat there, his eyes empty, as if he had been possessed. ===== CHAPTER 174 =====