When his hand was about to touch Ye Hirai, Ye Hirai's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened. A flash of killing intent crossed her cold and sharp beautiful eyes.,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.,She didn't know that a four-leaf clover, no taller than her thumb, was bouncing after her silently.。