Wavering An Ruxin listened to Bai Miaoqing recount the entire story with an almost expressionless, numb face. Bai Miaoqing took a deep breath and looked at her seriously. “The ghost is real. That part is the truth. I said Chen Anran’s wish came true because, when I was a freshman in high school, there was a boy in her middle school class who was close to her. He drowned while swimming in a wild river. That boy must have been the one Chen Anran liked… If you don’t believe me, the newspaper…