The little ghost didn't care about her clothes, but looked after me with concern. She was wondering why my nose was like a water pipe, constantly spraying blood out.

The little ghost tidied up a lot of paper towels and could not stop the blood spraying out of her nose. The paper towels were quickly stained with blood.

I bleed a lot this time, and I guess I have to eat a lot of good things to make up for it. I don't think I can continue bleeding like this, so I forced my eyes to move back, but I still want to see it.

I ran outside and said...