Footsteps grew closer, Ye Hian's beautiful eyes scanned the surroundings with sharpness, she grabbed a hairpin that lay forgotten beside her.,Walking out of the dilapidated temple, Ye Feiran cautiously surveyed the surroundings. After a moment's recollection, she realized this was Kyoto's most famous ghost street on the outskirts of the city.,Ye Hiran found nothing, her brows furrowed as she murmured softly, "Strange, why do I always feel like someone is following me"。