The pencil wrote a character "Feng," his own surname. Then there was... a dot that looked like ink.
Su Li: "...??"
What kind of weird name is this?
Su Li looked bewildered, holding the card up for Feng Ciye to see: "What... what does this mean?"
Feng Ciye frowned slightly and explained: "This card was written in my presence. I don't know why, but Tuanzi couldn't write beyond this point and eventually borrowed a brush from home."
Unable to speak or write further.
The words gave Su Li a chill, goosebumps spread across her skin.
Even though it was only autumn, she felt so cold that her hair stood on end, and her complexion grew increasingly pale.
She got the unsettling feeling of being watched...
Feng Ciye noticed her face was as pale as paper. Recently, she had lost weight due to her already frail health, and now her face was only as big as a palm.
