I, Du Weiyao, woke up as a spirit in the fifth year after becoming a vegetable.
Then I discovered that something about this world seemed a little off.
Song Yanli, the poor boy I pursued and then dumped, is now the ruler of a business empire. Every night, he holds my hand and pleads in a meek voice, “Yaoyao, please look at me. Am I… good enough for you now?”
Du Dingzhi, my adoptive brother who always used to call me “shameless” with a cold expression, has left a travel journal full of plans at my bedside. He intends to travel with me until I’m eighty, and thinks I’ll never find out.
Even Lin Zhixia, the heroine who was supposed to hate me to the bone in the original story, reports earnestly at my bedside, “Sister Yaoyao, I helped take your space company public, the one you mentioned when you were drunk.”
And, most absurd of all, my sworn enemy, Xu Qianying, secretly recreated every one of my limited-edition dresses. My childhood friend, Zhou Heng, has filled his garage with “the cars I like.”
Meanwhile, I’m just a ghost floating in midair, able to do nothing but rant at my body, which is covered in tubes:
“Seriously, you people…”
“You didn’t act like this when I was alive!”
“Who were those people who called me ‘shallow,’ ‘vicious,’ and told me to ‘stop pestering them’ back then? Ghosts?!”
Now I’ve been lying here for five years, eating up gossip for five years. My mind is awake, but my body still isn’t.
I watch this group put on daily performances at my bedside: heartfelt confessions, underhanded business warfare, and jealous glances while each pretends not to know what the others are thinking.
All I can say is:
“Everything’s gone off the rails. This whole world is completely off the rails.”
