My girlfriend is afraid of the dark and scared of ghosts. Every night, she needs to leave the lights on and hold me to fall asleep.
That's why I've never dared to tell her that I actually work as a cemetery caretaker.
On Qingming Festival, I was afraid she'd be scared alone, so I specially switched shifts with a coworker.
But while we were handing over the shift, I saw Feng Shuangshuang burning paper offerings in front of a gravestone not far away.
My coworker quietly whispered in my ear:
"That girl has been staying here for three days and three nights every year for the past three years. She can't bear to leave. She's got some nerve."
"You don't see many people so devoted these days. If her partner were still alive, they must have been so in love."
That was strange. I was still alive and well.
So who was Feng Shuangshuang mourning?
Who could be so important that she, of all people, would stay in a cemetery for so long, despite being afraid of ghosts?
After she left, I went to take a look at the gravestone.
It belonged to a man she'd never once mentioned to me.
