Yè Hísǎn heard the conversation between the two and slightly frowned.,Suddenly, a night wind blew, Ye Hidan's nose twitched, a hint of joy flickered in his heart, and he took strides into the haunted house on the east side of Ghost Street.,Meanwhile, clover had silently wound itself around Ye Hibiki's dark hair at her back, its four leaves trembling slightly, hinting at their excitement.。