*Click...*

Just as Su Qian was hesitating, a series of extremely light footsteps approached from behind. Intuitively, there was a woman behind him, as only a woman could produce such graceful footsteps.

Is it a human or a ghost?

Su Qian suddenly turned around, only to find nothing behind him...

"Hehe…"

After a charming laughter, Su Qian turned around again and looked up to see a very beautiful woman across from him. Her skin was as white as snow, and she had long, jet-black hair. The breeze gently blew strands of her hair, revealing her delicate and exquisite face from time to time. The woman had slender and long eyes, with long and thick eyelashes. Although her lips were pale and white, they still carried a touch of elegance.

Dressed in a pure white long dress, exuding an otherworldly charm, her beautiful figure glided and swayed as if she could be swept away by the slightest breeze. She possessed a ethereal and mysterious aura, giving off the demeanor of a fairy.

However, when did this woman run to the front?

The woman who can appear in the Lanruo Temple, so beautiful and elusive, seems to be the famous Nie Xiaoqian.

Wait, why does Xiao Qian's clothes look so familiar? Su Qian lowered his head and examined his own attire. Apart from a little dirt on his clothes from when he fell to the ground after the red snow let go, their clothing was identical.

With this attire, it's no wonder that the ghost girl Hongxue mistook me for someone else earlier.

*Click...*

The young woman stepped on the fallen leaves and gravel on the ground as she took a step forward, and chuckled lightly, saying, "Sister, where are you from?"

Su Qian's mind was spinning. As a student majoring in folklore, Su Qian was well-versed in the works of Liao Zhai. Whether it was the original classical version or the vernacular version of "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio," or the adapted theatrical version or film version. Nie Xiaoqian used money or her beauty to kill, as long as it wasn't driven by greed or blinded by lust, the renowned Nie Xiaoqian would not easily take someone's life. Even as a ghost, she could be considered a good ghost; and even if she did kill, it would only be men.

She called herself the elder sister, it seems that she was deceived by the temporary borrowed props, clothing, and makeup she was wearing.

"West Lake, Zhejiang." Su Qian said casually, but in reality, he knew that Nie Xiaoqian had followed her lover Ning Caichen to Zhejiang.

"Tsk tsk, it has always been said that Su Hang produces beauties. Indeed, only the waters of West Lake can nurture such an extraordinary beauty as my sister."

As she spoke, Nie Xiaoqian reached out her hand, seemingly wanting to touch Su Qian's face. However, men and women should maintain their distance, so if she touched the newly grown beard on his face, it would be quite awkward...

Su Qian slightly moved aside, avoiding it. He imitated the speech of ancient people and said, "Miss, how should I address you?"

The woman didn't think too much about it and didn't mind. She thought, "Calling me Xiaoxian is fine, but I wonder how the older sister should address me."

Su Qian let out a sigh of relief. It was indeed Nie Xiaoqian.

Su Qian said, "So it turns out to be Miss Xiao Qian. My name sounds similar to Miss's, so calling me Xiao Qian would be appropriate."

Nie Xiaoxian smiled and said, "Could it be the word 'modesty,' which describes a modest and gentle gentleman as refined as jade?"

Su Qian said, "Indeed."

"It's quite a coincidence that our names sound similar and our outfits look alike. It seems that our preferences are also quite similar. It's quite fateful. No wonder Hongxue said she met me in Heishan earlier. It turns out she misunderstood. It was Xia Qian, not me. I wonder how old Xia Qian is."

Su Qian said, "Twenty-two years old. How old is Miss Xiaoqian?"

"Forget it, I've been here for over three hundred years, and I died before I turned eighteen."

With each question and answer, Xiao Qian observed Su Qian closely. She noticed that Su Qian spoke with confidence and eloquence, leading her to believe that he came from a scholarly and well-respected family.

Su Qian sized up Xiao Qian, who was speaking. He noticed that Xiao Qian stood upright, with particular attention to her feet not floating in the air. Her height seemed to be half a head taller than his own, which was around 1.8 meters.

It is rare to see a woman of such height in ancient times.

Su Qian sighed inwardly, lamenting the fate of beauty, and expressed a slight regret, "What a pity."

Xiao Qian, however, wore a worried expression as she said, "It's actually my sister who is to be pitied."

Suo Qian was puzzled and asked, "Why would you say such a thing, little sister?"

"When my younger sister died, she had not yet been married off, but the man I promised to marry before my death took a wife and concubines within a year after my death. It was a relief for me to be done with it all...'' Xiao Qian paused for a moment and continued with a feeling of regret, "But Sister, as a young and attractive woman, it is unfortunate for her to be left behind...''

Su Qian suddenly understood. In this era, women at the age of twenty-two were already married and had children. This little Qian girl was indeed kind-hearted. It seemed that she was saddened by her own background but couldn't bear to say it out loud.

No wonder the bookish fool, Ning Caichen, would marry this devilish wife.

Su Qian shook his head and said, "I am not married yet."

"Really?" Xiaoxian, who had been slightly choked up just a moment ago, heard Su Qian's words and immediately cheerfully held his hand.

In ancient times, men and women did not have physical contact. However, tonight, Su Qian had been held hands twice by female ghosts. This time, it was the famous Nie Xiaoqian who held his hand. Su Qian felt his face burning with heat, but luckily, he had applied a thin layer of foundation on his face, so the blush was not noticeable. Still, he couldn't help but feel extremely uncomfortable all over.