A HOUNTED HOUSE

It's always been like this. From then until now. Edgar thought there would always be obstacles if you wanted to kiss her. He was annoyed.

But what can be made? Destiny is not something he can control. It's okay. There are still many other opportunities. The game at the night market is not just one. The critical thing for Edgar is not ....

"You're not afraid of ghosts, are you?" Elissa asked suddenly. She looked at her husband.

Edgar pointed at himself. "Me? No. I'm afraid of you. You're scary when you're angry."

Elissa smiled. She saw a hint of doubt in Edgar's eyes. "Are you not afraid?" she asked once again.

Edgar shook his head confidently. "I told you I'm only afraid of you getting angry and not forgiving me. I used to be an adventurer. I'm not afraid of ghosts. I even climbed the mountain at night," said Edgar proudly.

"Okay. We're heading there now!" Elissa pointed to a large haunted house at the corner of the night market.

"Are you serious?" asked Edgar.

Elissa turned her head.