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Hearing these words, Fang Jing Shu felt both touched and shy. She gently held Li Wenbo's hand, a happy smile spreading across her face.
"Oh, how cheesy!" Chen Jianguo exaggeratedly clutched his chest, pretending to be in distress.
"Exactly! It's so mushy!" Lin Xiaoxuan chimed in, joining the teasing.
Everyone burst into laughter at their interaction, the atmosphere growing even more harmonious.
At that moment, their neighbor Ma Junjie joined in. Ma Junjie was a warm-hearted old man who loved chatting with people and sharing amusing stories from his past.
"Let me tell you, when I was young..." Ma Junjie began to recount his glorious years, sharing tales of his youthful romances and intriguing work experiences that captivated everyone.
"Once, I was on a business trip and stayed at a small inn. In the middle of the night, I suddenly heard strange noises coming from the next room," Ma Junjie lowered his voice intentionally, creating a mysterious atmosphere.
Everyone perked up their ears, curious to hear more.
"I listened closely and it sounded like someone was crying. Worried something was wrong, I quickly knocked on the wall," he continued.
"And then what happened?" Chen Jianguo asked eagerly.
Ma Junjie paused for effect, smiling mysteriously. "Guess what? There was no one in the next room!"
"Really?" The crowd gasped in surprise, startled by the twist in the story.
Later, I found out that the small inn was haunted," Ma Junjie said with a feigned air of mystery.
"Is that true?" Lin Xiaoxuan asked skeptically.
"Of course it's true! I experienced it myself; how could it be fake?" Ma Junjie asserted confidently.
For the rest of the evening, Ma Junjie shared several similar ghost stories that sent shivers down everyone's spines.
After the gathering ended, Li Wenbo and Fang Jing Shu saw their guests off. Chen Jianguo and Lin Xiaoxuan lingered at the back, still playfully teasing each other.
"Hey, Chen Jianguo, why are you so quiet today? Did Uncle Ma's story scare you?" Lin Xiaoxuan asked with a laugh.
Chen Jianguo shot her a glance and said meaningfully, "I was just thinking about whether you'd be scared going home alone tonight."
"Pfft! I'm not scared!" Lin Xiaoxuan retorted defiantly, though she felt a slight chill inside.
Once all the guests had left, Li Wenbo and Fang Jing Shu returned home feeling somewhat exhausted but filled with happiness and satisfaction.
After tidying up the last bits of mess from the gathering, Li Wenbo and Fang Jing Shu embraced as they headed to their bedroom. The dim yellow light from the streetlamp outside filtered through the curtain gaps, casting mottled shadows on the floor.
In the days that followed, Dai Xinyi seemed like a changed person. She no longer dwelled on the past or obsessed over losing Li Wenbo; instead, she focused on self-improvement and personal growth. She enrolled in various training courses to learn new skills—from graphic design to programming, from marketing to financial management—absorbing knowledge like a sponge.
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