[On the seventh day after death, people return to see the person they can’t let go of.]
Xie Zhenyu never thought the person he couldn’t let go of would really come back.
At two in the morning, the door opened by itself.
Shen Xin, who had been dead for three years, stood in the doorway, drenched from head to toe, smiling at him.
“Xie Zhenyu, have you forgotten about me?”
From that day on
A second figure appeared in the mirror.
Someone covered him with a blanket in the middle of the night.
Whenever he was close to death, a pair of icy hands would grab him and hold on tight.
Everyone said Shen Xin was dead.
Only Xie Zhenyu knew:
Shen Xin hadn’t come back to claim his life.
He had come back, to save him.
But later, Xie Zhenyu realized something.
The thing he should have feared all along was never a ghost.
It was himself.
