Ever since I became seriously ill at the age of five, I have been dreaming the same dream over and over again.
Grandpa said that I can't marry in this life. If I want to marry, I can only marry a ghost who crawled out of the depths of hell and experienced the burning oil.
And you still have to be willing.
Then I met him, a fierce ghost crawling out of hell.
My collarbone is the prison that has blocked him for thousands of years.
It restricted his freedom and blocked his ghost skills.
And what he wants to do is to gain my trust and make me willingly cut off my collarbone inch by inch and crush it into pieces in front of him...
He was free and I was ruined.
