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I woke up from a nightmare, drenched in cold sweat.
My heart raced, pounding like a drum, the terror from the dream still clinging to my nerves.
Outside the window, the sky was tinged with a pale light, and the hazy glow filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting mottled shadows on the floor.
A new day had begun, but I felt no sense of relief; instead, I felt heavier. The oppressive feeling from the dream surged back like a tide, making it hard for me to breathe.
I picked up the diary from beneath my pillow and began to flip through its pages again, hoping to find more clues. My fingertips brushed against the yellowed pages, producing a faint rustling sound, as if Jiang Yao’s whispers echoed in my ears.
The handwriting in the diary was elegant and neat, each stroke reflecting her seriousness. Yet, the content was filled with despair and pain, suffused with an overwhelming sadness.
Jiang Yao chronicled her life in the diary—her ordinary yet beautiful youth, her love that was sweet yet bitter, and ultimately her tragedy, like a flower wilting in a storm, evoking deep sympathy.
She fell in love with someone she shouldn’t have—a deceitful man who betrayed her and ultimately led to her family’s ruin. The diary was rife with her mixed feelings of love and hatred for him, coiling around her heart like a venomous snake, leaving her breathless.
Her entries overflowed with intertwined emotions towards him and helplessness against fate. She felt like a trapped beast struggling in a cage of despair, yet she could never find an escape.
I closed the diary with a long sigh, my heart heavy with mixed emotions.
Jiang Yao’s fate stirred my sympathy; a young life had faded away just like that, causing heartache. It also strengthened my resolve to unravel this mystery, to seek the truth and provide her with closure—as well as myself.
I changed my clothes quickly, finished breakfast in haste, and then set out to find Chen Mo, hoping she could offer me some new leads.
Chen Mo lived near the old house in a two-story building surrounded by various flowers and plants, exuding an air of tranquility that sharply contrasted with the eerie atmosphere of the old residence.
I knocked on the door—once, twice, three times—each knock resonating clearly in the quiet morning. My heart raced with each sound.
Chen Mo soon opened the door, and her presence brought me a slight sense of reassurance.
She wore a simple yet elegant qipao that accentuated her curvaceous figure. Her hair was neatly pinned up at the back of her head, giving her an aura of grace and poise. A faint fragrance wafted from her, refreshing and uplifting.
"You’re here," Chen Mo said with a smile, her tone gentle and warm like a spring breeze brushing against my face.
"Chen Mo, I have some questions I want to ask you," I said eagerly, the confusion in my heart like a tangled mess that desperately needed to be unraveled.
"Come in," Chen Mo replied, stepping aside to let me enter. There was a hint of unnoticeable worry in her smile.
I followed her into the room, which was adorned with antique furnishings. The walls were decorated with several calligraphies and paintings, exuding a faint scent of ink, while the air was filled with a tranquil and harmonious atmosphere.
Chen Mo poured me a cup of tea, the fragrance wafting gently and soothingly. She then gestured for me to sit down, her movements graceful and composed, instilling a sense of reassurance.
"Just tell me what's on your mind," Chen Mo said, her gaze soft and caring, as if she could see through my thoughts.
I took out Jiang Yao's diary and handed it to Chen Mo. The cover was somewhat worn, but the writing on it remained clear and legible.
"I found this diary in the old house. I thought you might know something about it," I said, my tone laced with both anticipation and unease.
Chen Mo accepted the diary and began to flip through its pages carefully. Her fingers gently brushed over the paper as if she were trying to feel Jiang Yao's sorrow and despair.
Her expression gradually turned serious, her brows knitting together like a dark cloud overshadowing her face.
"This diary..." Chen Mo's tone became heavy, tinged with an indescribable sadness. "Where did you find it?"
"In the secret room of the old house," I replied, my voice growing somber.
Chen Mo fell silent for a moment, as if contemplating something. Then she said, "The events recorded in this diary are related to the secrets of the old house and your heritage."
My heart sank suddenly, an ominous premonition washing over me like a heavy stone pressing against my chest, making it hard to breathe.
"My heritage?" I asked in confusion, my voice trembling with anxiety.
"Yes," Chen Mo nodded, her gaze filled with compassion. "Your heritage is intricately linked to Jiang Yao and the curse of the old house."
My breathing quickened; I felt as if I were trapped in a vast enigma, utterly unaware of what lay ahead—like a headless fly flailing about aimlessly.
"Can you tell me what is going on?" I asked urgently, my voice almost pleading.
Chen Mo looked deeply into my eyes and said, "There are some things I cannot tell you right now. You need to seek the answers for yourself."
My heart was filled with confusion and uncertainty, but I knew that Chen Mo must have her reasons. Perhaps she was protecting me, or maybe she was waiting for the right moment.
"What should I do?" I asked, a hint of bewilderment in my tone.
"Stay at the old house and continue searching for clues," Chen Mo replied, her voice firm and resolute. "You are already on the right path. As long as you persevere, you will uncover the truth."
I nodded, determination swelling within me. Even though the road ahead was fraught with thorns, I would press on.
I understood that this would be a path filled with danger and challenges, but I would not give up. To unravel the secrets of my family and to discover my own identity, I would persist, even at the cost of my life.
Just then, I suddenly heard a strange sound—like someone whispering, or perhaps the wind rustling through leaves—fragmented and eerie, sending chills down my spine.
I looked up at Chen Mo and noticed her expression had turned serious; her eyes were filled with alertness.
"Be careful!" Chen Mo suddenly exclaimed, her voice tinged with fear. "The Vengeful Spirit is coming!"
(End of chapter)
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