Bone Whistle (dual heroines, real bones)
Foreword:
Here, ghosts and humans coexist, which sounds like symbiosis but is actually mutually beneficial, and sometimes dogs even bite dogs. Under the dusk rain, a girl stood on the rooftop holding an umbrella, with her back against the bloody sky, but she was completely in front of her. She was wearing a national-colored skirt and turned sideways to look at her. She stretched out an index finger of her skeletal hand and pressed it against her red lips, showing a sincere smile. The national flowers on her head were in full bloom, and the rain floated around her like no gravity. Every drop of raindrops was her.
Thousands of flowers have eaten me up, leaving only my life in my dying struggle. ——I apologize to you
A ghost disguised as an antique shop owner x aristocrat
Intention: Pile them with words