Invisible Tenant

There is yin and yang in heaven and earth, and people's souls remain after death. Those who are too obsessed will remain in the world, either turning into golden light or becoming a wandering soul. Shen Zhi woke up that day and remembered nothing. He was holding an expired chocolate in his palm, his knuckles turning white. She didn't know who put it there, or why she refused to let go. All she knew was that from that day on, she could see ghosts. In the supermarket, under the street lights, and at the end of the hospital corridor, countless pairs of eyes looked at her, begging her to extradite. Help one person and it will be warm; help another person and it will be painful. Migraine headaches are like pinpricks, and low-grade fevers that persist are like gangrene on the bones. But she still helped. One after another, another after another. She thought she was just being soft-hearted. What she didn't know was that for two years and more than seven hundred days and nights, there was a golden ghost standing two steps away from her. He blocked the car for her, turned on the light for her, and stole medicine for her. The color of the soul changes from golden to white, from white to transparent, but it never dissipates. He is dead. Died for her. She forgot. But he's still waiting. Wait until she remembers. Wait for her to say - let's go. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.