Seeing David silent, Clara sighed inwardly. David was a silent person, and even if he had a lot to say, he would eventually be silent.

She pretended to be relaxed and said, "Jonathan has already got good wine. Let's go to the rooftop together!"

"I'll go get Michael and Ryan!" Clara said excitedly and went out, looking like she couldn't wait.

David watched her silently. He understood her. She was just pretending to be relaxed.

Martin glanced at him and said, "Let's go."

David got up and said, "I'll take another look." So, the two followed Clara and went to Michael's room.

Michael was sound asleep, with both hands behind his head and one leg is bent and raised upwards, occasionally leaning to the side.

Clara suppressed a laugh and called out, "Michael!" Then she immediately squatted down.

Michael suddenly opened his eyes and looked around in a daze. Who was calling him? Seeing no one, he began to suspect that he was dreaming.

Just then, there was a rustling sound under the bed. Michael instinctively looked over... A pale hand suddenly grabbed the edge of the bed, and then a ghostly woman with long hair covering her face crawled out from under the bed, making a scary sound.

Her hair covered most of her face, revealing only one eye, which stared at him intently.

"Michael, damn it!!!"

He jumped up as if he had been electrocuted and kept backing away, knocking things off the bedside table.

Clara climbed onto the bed, grinning, and reached out to him while crawling, "Michael... Michael, let's go drink!"

Michael, "!!!!"

He was about to run, but suddenly froze.

"Clara?!"

Clara pouted, flipped her hair, and murmured, "Not fun. You guys all recognized me. I finally played as a ghost for the first time, and you all recognized me. You didn't give me a chance to chase you for three miles."

Martin and David outside the door, remained silent.

Michael opened his mouth, staring at Clara intently. "Sis, if you do it again, Michael will definitely run three miles this time..."

Clara floated over, hooked Michael's shoulder, and said with a smile, "Let's stop playing. Jonathan is waiting on the rooftop!"

Michael opened his mouth and stared at Clara, unable to take his eyes off her.

Clara has already died...

Is he seeing her in a dream?

If it is a dream, please let him sleep a little longer, don't wake up so quickly...

Clara sees him distracted and waves her hand, "Michael, what are you staring at? Hurry up, I'll go call Ryan!"

After speaking, she hurriedly floated towards Ryan's room.

Michael looked at Clara in a daze and quickly followed her out, only to see Martin and David at the door. He quickly asked, "Martin and David, can you see Clara?"

Martin nodded, while David remained silent.

Martin stopped the two who wanted to follow and said, "David, go get the things Clara likes to eat."

"Jonathan hid a jar of wine, I stole two sips last time... I'll go find Jonathan." Michael whispered.

To avoid Jonathan from finding out, he hid the jar of wine. Jonathan must be in a rage now.

In Ryan's room, he suddenly woke up from his sleep and felt something, only to see a ghostly woman wearing white clothes and with hair hanging down floating above him.

Seeing him wake up, the female ghost giggled and said with a hint of resentment, "You woke up, I've been waiting for you for so long..."

Ryan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he was completely stunned!

He saw the long, red nails of the female ghost as she reached out her hand and strangled his neck.

"Ryan brother... come down and accompany me... hehe, I'm so bored alone down here..."

Ryan finally reacted, feeling his throat choked up.

Even though he couldn't see her face, he recognized her.

This was their sister, Clara.

Although he didn't know why he suddenly could see her now.

But from the way she looked, it seemed like she was having a lot of fun...

Ryan screamed in horror and fell off the bed, then he opened the door and ran out.

"Ghost, ghost, ghost... Help!"

Clara was stunned. What? Ryan was scared away by her!

She immediately chased after him excitedly, laughing in her throat.

Martin was about to call Ryan when he suddenly saw his door open and Ryan ran out with a look of horror, "Help... there's a ghost!"

Clara floated behind, pinching her throat and giggling, "I died so miserably... I'm so lonely down there... Brother, come and accompany me..."

Ryan said in panic, "Brother, there's a ghost!"

Martin rubbed his forehead and stopped Clara, "Okay, don't wake mom up."

He also cooperated and said, "The eighth child has come back, it's Clara."

Ryan finally stopped and said in a panic, "Brother, there's a ghost!"

Clara lifted her hair and laughed, "Ryan, it's me!"

She leaned on Martin's shoulder, laughing happily, "Martin, did you see that? Finally, someone was scared away by me for miles!"

Ryan looked at Clara with a hidden indulgence and tenderness in his eyes, opening his mouth wide, "Clara?!"

Clara said, "Yes, it's me!"

Ryan was speechless.

Michael and Jonathan came out of the wine cellar. Michael was holding a barrel of wine, while Jonathan was scolding him, "Wow, Michael, you dare to drink the wine I hid." Michael smirked, "Just one sip, why make a fuss?"

Jonathan snorted and held some peanuts, snacks, and small cakes in his hand.

Clara leaned on the railing and waved, "Jonathan, do you have any shrimp crackers? I want to eat that!"

Jonathan looked up and saw Clara waving at him from upstairs, just like when they were kids.

However, when she was younger, she held onto two railings and stuck her head out of the railing.

Her parents were scared and sewed up the gaps in the railing, so she couldn't stick her head out anymore. Now she was leaning on the railing, grown up, but still looked like a child.

Jonathan's eyes softened, and he said in a warm voice, "Of course, I have some."

Clara was satisfied and couldn't wait to go to the roof.

She floated around with her brothers, chatting and chattering.

She said she wanted to drink and get drunk, and then asked if ghosts could get drunk.

After a while, she kept talking about Martin's sister-in-law, Jonathan's sister-in-law, Ryan's sister-in-law.

The Murray family brothers looked at her, feeling a slight ache in their hearts from this extravagant gathering.

The main building of the Murray family had five floors. The family usually lived on the second floor, while the third floor was for study and guest rooms.

The fourth floor had a large room for the patriarch to display antiques, and the other end had a pool table, home theater, and so on.

The fifth floor was half a sunroom and terrace, and half a circular house with a tower-shaped roof and the roof of the sunroom.

Clara said she wanted to go to the roof, not the terrace. When she was young, Mrs. Alana scolded her for not staying on the terrace, but instead climbing up like a monkey.

Looking at this scene, the brothers and sisters all felt melancholy and reluctant to leave.

"I'll go up first," Michael said.

The siblings looked up, and suddenly, a small shadow appeared silently at the top of the stairs. She was holding a round object in her arms, her hair scattered.

"Mom...mom..."

The siblings were shocked this time, almost scared out of their wits...

Happy Lunar Valentine’s Day to everyone! May you have warmth in the winter, not feel cold in the spring, have lights in the dark, and an umbrella when it rains. May you have a loving companion, and even when you are alone, may you be as happy as the sunshine.