Chapter 18: A Heartfelt Conversation in the Night
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The dim candlelight flickered, illuminating a small space.
Outside the sleeping quarters, the night was as dark as ink, exuding an indescribable eeriness.
On such a night, it was easy to recall the frightening tales that grandmothers used to scare children.
Xiao Ming called out to Ziyuan twice more, but the person in the bed remained silent. This made his mind race with all sorts of thoughts.
He had transmigrated into this world, where belief in ghosts and spirits was prevalent. In such an environment, reality sometimes felt more dramatic than television.
“Ziyuan, don’t try to scare me, or else I won’t be polite!” Xiao Ming’s voice trembled slightly. He wasn’t afraid of people, but tales of supernatural beings unsettled him.
The suffocating silence in the room was his only response.
Xiao Ming started to panic. The figure under the blanket was clearly a person—if not a ghost, could it be an assassin?
After all, it hadn’t been long since the last assassination attempt.
Even though he was born a prince in this world, deep down, he still felt lonely and afraid.
Facing an unfamiliar world alone—such emotions were only natural.