C37 Bus How Did You Get on My Lap?

There was only a dim yellow street lamp on the bridge some distance away. Where there was no light, it was as dark as a thick puddle of ink. Nothing could be seen clearly.

Jia Zheng looked around cautiously, but after a few minutes, the female ghost didn't appear again.

He let out a long breath and finally relaxed. He opened his phone and looked at the time