Lost in You

"A ghost is one who returns. It means that life is born from nothing and returns to nothing, hence the name ghost."

When □□ perishes but the soul does not disperse, returning to the world of the living, it becomes a ghost.

Everyone dies, but not everyone can keep their soul from disappearing. Only those with powerful, unresolved obsessions at the moment of death can retain a shred of consciousness and enter the ghost realm. One in a million. Even if a soul endures, returning to the human world is no easy feat. One day in the human world is a year in the ghost realm. Only those with unshakable resolve can succeed in cultivation and return as ghosts. One in ten million.

Where there are ghosts, there are ghost hunters. But whether ghost hunting is an act of justice or a transaction, no one can say for sure.

Jiang Wumiao first met Shan Ting at her mother's funeral. Shan Ting asked her, "Would you like to live with me from now on?"

Jiang Wumiao was six that year, and Shan Ting was eighteen.

The last time Jiang Wumiao saw Shan Ting was at the edge of a pitch-black cliff. She pushed her into the abyss, smiling.

Jiang Wumiao was twenty-two that year, and Shan Ting was thirty-four.

B City's most outstanding self-made entrepreneur died young, her death ruled an "accident." Everyone sighed over her passing, but Jiang Wumiao, whom Shan Ting had spoiled and doted on, didn't shed a single tear.

People speculated endlessly, but no one knew what had really happened.

After all, just two years earlier, Jiang Wumiao had made a very public declaration of love to Shan Ting and pursued her with great fanfare.

Jiang Wumiao ignored everyone and handed the company she'd inherited over to someone else. She escaped the scrutiny of the board, only to catch the attention of the ghost-hunting department.

The head of the Special Affairs Bureau tried both soft and hard tactics: "Miss Jiang, you have a real talent. Join us, and you'll learn the whole truth."

Everyone marveled that someone so young could be so skilled, and that she always emerged unscathed from the lairs of vicious ghosts.

But no one knew how hard Jiang Wumiao cried each night when Shan Ting, now a ghost, pinned her down on the bed.

"Miaomiao, why are you crying now? Keep going a little longer, and won't your cultivation improve just a bit more?"

Theme: Good and evil are always repaid