[The dead Bai Yueguang changed his identity and became my colleague.
#BE warning, updated the next day
——"Long, short, short, long."
This secret code should only be known to me and the dead woman in the whole world.
Until the new male colleague unconsciously knocked it on his desk.
The calm world I had built over the past ten years collapsed in an instant.
The scary thing is that I began to "consciously travel" frequently, reliving the despair that I didn't know how to carry.
It turned out that the suicide was not the end, her soul was trapped somewhere.
I woke her up.
Then we acted as superiors and subordinates in a tacit understanding, falling in love in a corner that no one knew about.
Until the last day,
When he opened his eyes again, he looked at me blankly with unfamiliar eyes: "Director Bian, do we... Know each other?"
Perhaps this still living body is the gentle Lingchi sent to me by God, a souvenir of pain.
I knew the time had come for me to risk everything.
Concept: Love and memory can transcend life and death, but the real salvation is to bravely carry everything and move forward alone.