My Ghostly Darling Cuddles Me Every Day - Chapter 17

Chapter 17: “Help Me, Xie Yinwan—!”

Bo Yu didn’t know how much Xie Yinwan understood about the world of the living. She figured that a ghost’s knowledge depended on who or what they had come into contact with, meaning she likely understood some things while remaining completely ignorant of others. To ensure Xie Yinwan understood what surveillance cameras were and what they did, she explained the concept to her in meticulous detail.

Throughout her explanation, Xie Yinwan didn’t respond once, instead busying herself by absentmindedly playing with her doll.

It was like a top student explaining a problem to a slacker; Bo Yu felt a strong urge to ask, “Are you even listening?” Of course, she didn’t dare. She simply chose to believe that Xie Yinwan was so brilliant that she understood everything without even trying.

After Xie Yinwan left, Bo Yu first threw away the talisman pouch in her bag. Then, she dutifully showered to scrub off the scent of the rose body wash. Finally, she used a mug warmer to heat her herbal medicine, drank it, and went to sleep.

When Bo Yu woke up the next morning, the medicine Jin Xuan prescribed proved effective—she didn’t feel any discomfort. She decided then that she would drink a dose every time she had contact with Xie Yinwan and skip it otherwise, as constant medication wasn’t good for the body.

After breakfast, Bo Yu secretly asked Bo Mi for the red wine from the night before. Bo Mi was always generous with her and gave her three bottles, even carrying them to Bo Yu’s room herself.

During the day, Bo Yu made a trip to the funeral parlor to burn a bottle of red wine for Xie Yinwan. She also burned a bottle of peach blossom wine and a set of peach-blossom-pink Hanfu.

The red wine her sister gave her was incredibly expensive, and Bo Yu’s frugal side kicked in—she secretly hoped Xie Yinwan would prefer the peach blossom wine. Of course, if the ghost liked the red wine better, she would burn the remaining two bottles next time.

In the blink of an eye, it was Friday night, past 10:00 PM. Bo Yu got dressed, packed Xiexie into her bag, and sat on the edge of her bed waiting for Xie Yinwan to arrive.

She didn’t know if Xie Yinwan would keep the appointment, or if the ghost truly could hide her from cameras and eyes with a wave of her sleeve. Bo Yu sat with her hands tightly clenched in her lap, her heart fluttering with anxiety.

After all, it had been seventeen years since she was forbidden from going out at night at the age of six. Her aunt had taken her out a few times to test if she would get sick; the last time was the day after her eighteenth birthday, five years ago.

The clock struck 11:00 PM. Bo Yu continued to wait.

Twenty minutes later, she grew so restless she couldn’t sit still and began pacing the room.

Would Xie Yinwan break her promise?

Xie Yinwan had said the blood connection would keep other ghosts away. Was she truly that powerful, or was she just boasting? Ghost talk, ghost talk—ghosts are full of lies. Perhaps a ghost’s word was simply unreliable?

Invisible and reclining on the bed, Xie Yinwan watched Bo Yu’s anxious face with great amusement. She was quite looking forward to seeing if this girl would start scolding her.

It was already 11:50 PM. Xie Yinwan still hadn’t appeared. Bo Yu finally set down her bag, took out Xiexie, and pursed her lips as she began changing the doll’s clothes.

She didn’t dare scold Xie Yinwan, fearing the ghost was hiding somewhere listening and would cancel the trip. To keep herself from losing control and stay emotionally stable, she focused on dressing the doll to make the time pass faster.

Bo Yu sincerely hoped Xie Yinwan was in the room. She used a bit of “careful psychology,” murmuring to herself: “She’s an Immortal. Immortals probably have a lot to do—caring for the world, cultivating their power… that’s how it is on TV. So it’s okay. If the Immortal broke the appointment tonight, I’ll just wait again tomorrow. She’ll come eventually, and I’ll wait for her, right?”

Xie Yinwan, who had nearly fallen asleep on Bo Yu’s bed, opened her eyes upon hearing these considerate words. She drifted lazily in front of the girl to inspect her expression.

What she saw startled her: the girl’s eyes were bloodshot, as if she were on the verge of tears.

Bo Yu hadn’t always been a person without desires. When she was very young, she didn’t understand why her father was always away on business or why her mother cried so much. She would wipe her mother’s tears and secretly hope her father would come home soon. That was her earliest experience with expectation. Later, as she grew up and understood why her parents were the way they were, she stopped expecting. Once you experience the disappointment that follows hope, you stop hoping.

Bo Yu blamed herself for hoping tonight. The more she blamed herself, the worse she felt—distraught that she was “stupid” enough to believe a ghost’s promise. If the ghost’s word meant nothing, she would never find her mother. Her recent hopes would all be for nothing.

The more hopeless she felt, the more she missed her mother, and the more her eyes began to sting.

“So anxious you’re about to cry?” A soft voice suddenly drifted past Bo Yu’s ear.

The sting in Bo Yu’s eyes vanished instantly. She turned her head in surprise: “Immortal!”

“Crybaby.” Xie Yinwan used her ghostly power to give Bo Yu’s head a playful flick.

“…” Bo Yu felt a bit embarrassed.

She checked the time—it was exactly 12:30 AM. Looking at Xie Yinwan, she saw the ghost was wearing the new peach-blossom-pink Hanfu. The fabric was light as mist, the color soft as blossoms; she looked exquisitely celestial.

So beautiful, Bo Yu thought, dazed.

“Beautiful?” Xie Yinwan arched an eyebrow.

Bo Yu nodded: “Immortal, you are truly beautiful.”

Xie Yinwan’s jade-like face showed pleasure, the corners of her eyes lifting slightly, before she said coldly: “Bold! Is this Immortal someone you can judge so casually?”

“…”

Help, Bo Yu thought. This Immortal has such a temper; she gets angry over nothing. It wasn’t even a “judgment”—it was clearly a compliment. How could “Immortal is beautiful” be forbidden?

“I’m sorry, Immortal. Please don’t be angry.” Bo Yu looked obedient on the outside while complaining incessantly on the inside.

“Next time, I’ll kill you.”

“…”

“Why aren’t you nodding?”

“…”

Bo Yu had no choice but to nod submissively: “It won’t happen again. Please don’t kill me.”

“Hmph.”

“…”

“Let’s go.” With a wave of her sleeve, the door opened and Xie Yinwan drifted out. Bo Yu followed quickly.

They took the elevator down to the B2 parking level where her car was parked. Just as Bo Yu was heading toward her vehicle, a flash of light hit her eyes—Bo Qin’s car was driving in.

Bo Yu instinctively turned to hide, but Xie Yinwan’s voice scolded from beside her: “What are you nervous for? No one can see you.”

Bo Yu’s heart thundered. Her father couldn’t see her? Sure enough, as Bo Qin’s car passed her, the driver didn’t spare her a glance, continuing toward the elevator.

The feeling was miraculous. For the first time, Bo Yu felt like she wanted to keep this ghost, Xie Yinwan, for a lifetime. Provided, of course, there was no backlash.

“Immortal, if I drive out now, they won’t see that either, right?”

“Mhm.”

Bo Yu wasn’t someone who easily felt extreme joy or sorrow, but at this moment, she actually laughed out loud with happiness. Xie Yinwan looked at her coldly, but a trace of a smile flickered deep in her eyes.

Bo Yu got in, successfully drove out of the parking garage, through the courtyard, and out the estate gates.

Then, she saw the outside world she had longed for all these years.

And there were so many ghosts! Ahhhhhh!

“Xie Yinwan—!”

Bo Yu’s entire body went rigid. She slammed on the brakes, squeezed her eyes shut, and let out a long, desperate scream: “Help me, Xie Yinwan—!”

Bo Yu’s mind was filled with the images she had just seen: grotesque shapes, bulging eyeballs, missing half-faces, headless torsos, twisted bodies—bloody, sinister, and terrifying ghosts!

They looked nothing like Xie Yinwan!

She hadn’t seen a single ghost as a child—why on earth could she see so many now?!

Xie Yinwan burst into laughter. She sat on the steering wheel, watching Bo Yu cover her face with her hands with great interest. “This Immortal is right here. Weren’t you the one who said you weren’t afraid?”

Bo Yu was nearly scared to death. Her heart was racing, she was breaking out in a cold sweat, and she was speechless. She finally understood the meaning of Xie Yinwan’s mocking “Heh.”

She wanted to reverse the car and go home, but she didn’t dare open her eyes to drive.

“There are even more ghosts further out,” Xie Yinwan said suddenly, her voice turning cold. “Either open your eyes, look at them clearly, and get used to them—or go back right now.”

Bo Yu wanted to go back, but she vividly remembered Xie Yinwan’s warning: “Just this once.”

Xie Yinwan began a cold countdown: “Three… two…”

Bo Yu opened her eyes.

The moment she did, she saw Xie Yinwan, in her peach-pink robes, drift gracefully out of the car and into the air. Immediately, the twenty or thirty terrifying ghosts in the vicinity began to swarm toward her.

Bo Yu screamed in worry: “Xie—”

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