I wrote about a female ghost who kills people for me, cries for me, and eats hot pot for me without dipping it in chopped green onion. In the end, she took away the whole street, leaving only an Oreo and the sentence: "You write me out, and I write you in."
She's not complete, but I love her
She won't cry, but I love her
She can't laugh, but I love her
She's not human, but I probably am not either,
She started to learn to be more and more like me, but I could also be "it".
I fell in love with Shuli before she came out.
[First person narrative perspective]
Concept: suspense lily direction