In my previous life, I died miserably on the street, but I saw the funeral worker Yama Chen Jin hugging me and crying until I was shaking.
Reborn as seventeen years old, I went straight to his "afterlife" group.
Everyone is as afraid of him as Yama. Only I know how many hot tears he has held for me in his palms.
"Chen Jin" I tiptoed close to his ear, "I will come to you this time."
He tensed his jaw, but tilted the umbrella toward me: "My world is too dark, you shouldn't come."
"Then let's light up together." I held his cold hand, "You send your ghost, I will send my person - by the way, I will love you well."
The little sun on earth × the patron saint of hell, this time I will be sweeter than all the sufferings.
