I Inherited a Run-Down Flower Shop and Started Dating Ghosts

A struggling vintage flower shop unexpectedly changes hands. On her first day as the new owner, Lin Wan discovers something strange: the roses replace their own water at midnight, and the wind chimes ring when no one is around. Then one day, she sees transparent fingertips gently stroking a flower petal. An old diary in the corner flips open by itself to a yellowed page bearing a single line: “I’ve waited seventy years for you.” Stranger still, the wronged spirit of a florist who died during the Republican era begins arranging red spider lilies into heart shapes and giving Lin private flower-arranging lessons in her dreams every night. When funeral home orders and requests for ghost-marriage bouquets come pouring in at once, Lin Wan clutches a peachwood sword and trembles. “Um... the living and the dead belong to different worlds. Could we talk about the earthly accounts first?” But her reflection in the mirror chuckles softly. “Your grandfather owes me a betrothal gift. It’s time for his granddaughter to pay it back.”