Uncle Qing didn't close the door when he left, leaving it slightly ajar. She wasn't sure if it was intentional, but the wind blowing through the gap caught her directly, making her feet cold within a minute. She got up to close the door, hesitated for a moment, then gathered the courage to open the gap a bit wider. Suddenly a gust of wind slammed the wooden doors, making them creak loudly. She was startled and quickly pushed the door shut with a bang.
She went back to kneeling, looking sheepishly at the grand row of ancestral tablets on the altar, unable to resist rubbing her arms.
"My dear ancestors, I'm the most conscientious in our family, accompanying you since I was a child. Let's get along tonight, okay? Please don't scare me, I'm really timid. If you frighten me to death, you won't have a great-great-great-granddaughter left to worship you!"
"Heh..."
A soft chuckle drifted over, and Xu Tingting was scared stiff in an instant.
