The distinct snowflakes vanished the moment they touched the skin.
What a pity.
Christina Armstrong never did get to see the first snowfall of the year.
Isla Astir sighed.
"Knock, knock, knock--"
Just then, a knocking sound carried through the air.
Isla Astir walked over to open the door.
It was Liam Webster and Eva Webster.
"Cousin, second cousin."
Liam Webster nodded, "Isla."
Eva Webster, clinging to Isla Astir's arm, said, "Isla, my brother said he's staying here tonight. We'll go back together in the evening."
Eva Webster had no intention of staying in this haunted place.
It was terribly ominous.
Besides, as an idealist, she always felt Christina Armstrong's spirit was still lingering.
The moment she stepped into this building, Eva Webster felt a chill throughout her body.
Isla Astir continued, "Second cousin, I'm staying here tonight too. Why don't you take a cab home?"
Upon hearing this, Eva Webster narrowed her eyes.
