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Upon unwrapping the package, I was surprised to find not an ordinary plastic wrapping, but a beautifully vintage small box. On top of the box lay a piece of paper that read: Magic Face Mask reusable, apply every night before sleep for baby-soft skin by morning.
"Is it really that magical?"
I examined the wooden box closely, noticing it was intricately carved with complex patterns.
A small yellow Peach Branch was inserted into the keyhole at both ends, giving it an air of preciousness. I tugged at it, but before I could pull it out, my phone rang—it was Lin You.
"Xiao You, what’s wrong?"
"Anxin, I need to tell you something. You must stay calm and not be afraid." Lin You's tone was serious. I recalled her mentioning she would check on Chu Fan's accident at the hospital; her call now surely meant she had news.
"Go ahead."
"It’s about Chu Fan’s car accident. Apparently, the doctors declared Chu Fan dead at the scene and informed the family. They were preparing to take the body away when suddenly, Chu Fan opened his eyes. It’s all very strange, and given the Chu Family's status, this information has been suppressed; they only reported minor injuries. The doctor who handled it is a friend of my dad's, which is how I found out."
Lin You paused for a moment before continuing, "In the past, I would have thought nothing of it, but Anxin, this time I want to say that if your feelings are correct, Chu Fan should be dead. The current Chu Fan might be a ghost."
My hands trembled as I listened to Lin You’s words. There was nothing more to say at this point.
"Anxin, don’t worry. My grandfather is looking for other ways to stop the Ghost Marriage. There will definitely be hope. Just go along with him for now; he can’t harm you, right?"
"Alright, I understand. Don't overthink it."
After hanging up the phone, I felt heavy-hearted and a bit restless. My foot accidentally kicked the Wooden Box to the ground. I quickly bent down to pick it up, only to find that the Peach Branch on top had broken.
Without a second thought, I tossed it out of the window. Some things can't be changed, but life must go on.
I opened the Wooden Box, and a puff of white smoke emerged from inside, cool and misty. The Face Mask was not in a packaging box; it lay horizontally in the groove of the box, looking quite precious. The touch of it felt soft and smooth, truly like a baby's skin.
"Can this really be used?"
I was somewhat skeptical as I reached for it, but accidentally pricked my finger on a splinter from the Wooden Box. A drop of blood fell onto the Face Mask, and I hurriedly took it out, only to find no trace of blood on it.
"No wonder it can be reused; there's water in the box for better preservation."
Looking into the mirror, I pressed the Face Mask against my face. Instantly, I felt something swiftly penetrate my skin and merge with it. A wave of coolness washed over me, making me shiver all over.
That discomfort was fleeting. I glanced at myself in the mirror; the Face Mask was incredibly thin, clinging to my skin as if I weren't wearing anything at all.
"It really does feel so hydrating; it's truly a good product."
I set a timer on my phone, lay down on my bed, and closed my eyes to rest. Before I knew it, I had drifted off to sleep.
As they say, what you think about during the day often appears in your dreams at night. For the past few days, I had relied on sleeping pills to avoid dreaming, but tonight, falling asleep naturally brought dreams back to me once more.
I dreamed that I was standing in a wasteland, surrounded by emptiness with nothing in sight.
Just as I was about to move forward, I noticed a woman in a white dress standing beside a large rock.
Her long, white skirt fluttered in the wind, and her black hair cascaded down to her waist. She stood not far from me, yet I couldn't see her face clearly; all I could feel were her eyes, fixed intently on me.
She stood still, as if trying to carve a hole into me.
Instinctively, I turned to run, but found myself unable to move. The woman reached out her hand toward me, her mouth opening and closing as if she were saying something, but I couldn't hear a single word.
The pressure on me grew heavier and heavier. I shouted wildly, desperate to wake up, but it was futile. It wasn't like being pinned down by a ghost; it felt as if I were bound in a dream, unable to exert any strength.
Suddenly, I felt all the restraints vanish. Just as I was about to get up, I turned my head and came face to face with the woman—a pale face devoid of any color.
There was nothing on her face except for two large holes where her eyes should have been, staring at me intently. She still had her mouth open as if trying to say something, but I still couldn't hear her.
Then, suddenly, a snake slithered out from her eyes and bit me. In terror, I could no longer hold back my scream.
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