The Days We Lived Together

Mo Xiaoran said she couldn't quite describe how she felt today. In theory, waking up to find a handsome man there was something to be happy about. But if that handsome man was floating in midair, it wasn't quite so wonderful. Still, this ghost seemed very gentle.

When Mo Xiaoran woke up, there was a ghost beside her. He had no name, no surname, and no memories. By a twist of fate, he saved Mo Xiaoran's life, and naturally ended up staying at her home. From then on, all kinds of ghosts and monsters began appearing before her.

This underworld is a little different: the clear River of Forgetfulness, a white-jade Naihe Bridge, an electronic Terrace of Homeward Gazing, exquisite Granny Meng's Soup, and neatly arranged shops. Everywhere exudes understated luxury. Are we sure this isn't some high-end Hengdian film set?

Faced with all kinds of ghosts and monsters,

Mo Xiaoran: "I've had enough!"

Xiaobai: "Ranran, don't be angry. I'll go take care of them all."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.