My name is Shen Qian, and I was twenty-one when I died.
It wasn't a pretty death. Someone pushed me from the twenty-eighth floor, and I landed beside a flower bed.
In my twenty-one years alive, I never did a single good thing, never loved anyone, and never once offered a sincere apology. I was the most wicked woman in Datang Town. I drove a single mother to her death, conned a rich heir out of his entire fortune, and even stole my own father's bankbook. When he died, I didn't even go back for his funeral.
After my death, the Judge of the Underworld said my sins were so grave that I belonged in hell. But my father, the rural doctor I had betrayed my entire life, transferred all the merit he had accumulated to me, buying me a chance to atone.
Help a hundred ghosts fulfill their wishes and shed a hundred tears, and I can enter the cycle of reincarnation again.
I thought it would be easy. The first ghost was a woman who worked in a shoe factory. She died in her rented room, while her daughter was still waiting for her to come home for dinner. She didn't cry. I did.
That was the first tear I'd shed since my death. It was amber-colored and burning hot.
The Judge said that with every tear I shed, I would regain a little more of my human emotions. Only when I could cry, laugh, feel compassion, and love could I become human again.
But I owe far more than a hundred ghosts. There's also the man who pushed me off the building. His surname is Jiang, and he called me
