The Ghost Messenger's Secret Admirer

When I woke, I was lying in a place dominated by black, white, and red. A plain hairpin lay beside me. No one knew me, and I couldn’t remember who I was. My name was the two characters engraved on the hairpin: Qingmu. I adopted a stray cat that had nearly starved to death during a famine. I’d planned to laze my way through life, but after being idle for hundreds, even thousands of years, I was unexpectedly dragged back into action by some unseen mastermind... This is my first time starting a story, so there may be a few issues with the ideas getting too wild. Feedback is welcome.