Back at the mansion, I became paranoid and felt utterly uncomfortable.

It wasn't because of ghosts, but because Dai Qingshu said that all my devices were being monitored.

Whether it was my phone, tablet, or computer, the sight of any electronic screen made me feel nauseous, like I was being closely watched.

It seemed as if Gu Qingyu was the ghost, omnipresent.

Shrouded in a huge shadow, I was sickly all day long. My mother-in-law couldn't bear it and had the kitchen prepare a bunch of tonic foods every day.

Eating bird’s nest soup and shark fin like meals, I still lost weight to the point of being unrecognizable.

One day, my mother-in-law invited me for tea.

In the garden, the tea was hot, but her tone was icy.

She said, "Ling Su, I don't care whether what you said in the hospital is true or not. Our Gu family doesn't believe in that. I consider it a mental illness; if you need to see a doctor, see a doctor. If you need to pray to Buddha, pray to Buddha. I’m giving you only one week to get yourself sorted out."

Anger and anxiety welled up inside me, but my face showed a pitiful expression, tears welling up but not falling.

My mother-in-law frowned, a look of disdain on her face: "You really are far worse than your sister."