Finally, he stood up and took steps toward himself, slowly and painfully, each step leaving a deep red print.
Suddenly.
A gust of cold wind swept over. A pair of skeletal hands from behind completely pierced through his chest.
"Brother Qiao Muyun—" Shocked, struggling, troubled. Tears flew forth, turning into endless wails, at this moment, overwhelmed by sorrow…
He fell. Fell beneath himself.
What pain could surpass this moment? Not family, yet closer than family; not a lover, yet more cherished than a lover. The sudden realization of the parting by death, never to meet again in this world, a heart-wrenching tragedy…
Tears streamed down, mingling with the ceaseless rain, washing over the cheeks. Heaven seemed to understand my grief better, the rain pouring harder, never ceasing for a moment.
"Hahaha~~ giggle giggle~~~ sob sob sob~~~" A strange laughter, sinister and eerie.
The female ghost stood there, so arrogantly invincible.
Then, she floated right in front of me.
