Walking out of the dilapidated temple, Ye Feiran cautiously surveyed her surroundings. After a moment's thought, she realized this was Kyoto's outskirts most famous ghost street.,Finally, she reached out and brushed off some grass clippings from her robe. She glanced around with a beautiful gaze and politely said, "Thank you!",She didn't know that a four-leaf clover, no taller than her finger, was hopping silently behind her.。