Mad Bones, Obsessive Love

[The full text is currently being revised. Progress may be slow, but some scenes will have more dramatic tension. The latest chapters reflect the revision progress. A related upcoming novel: The Return of the Obsessed Big Shot's White Moonlight. The blurb for this novel follows:

Not long after Chen Manshui became a ghost, she began having the same dream over and over.

In the dream, her gentle, easygoing boyfriend lay in a bathtub stained red with blood. Blood poured endlessly from his wrists.

Every day after that, she dreamed of a different scene involving her boyfriend.

Every one of them was horrifying, soaked in blood.

By chance, Chen Manshui came face to face with the boyfriend who had appeared in her dreams countless times. He was just as pale, covered in wounds, and lifeless, like a doll violently torn apart.

Chen Manshui, who should have faded away, developed an obsession: keep Lou Guanhe alive and restore him to the way he used to be.

Later, she found the one thing the Taoist priest had said was her last connection to the living world.

If she burned it, she could enter the cycle of reincarnation, and Lou Guanhe would forget the painful days he'd spent struggling to bring her back to life.

The moment she opened the door, ready to burn it, a group of bodyguards in black swarmed in and pinned the Taoist priest firmly to the ground.

Lou Guanhe stood silently by the door. No one knew how long he'd been listening. His pale face was expressionless, but his eyes were dark, churning with a chilling obsession and madness.

He looked at the stunned Chen Manshui and raised his lips in a sickening smile. In a soft voice, he asked, "Mansman, are you leaving me?"

I know you've been dead for a long time, but that's all right. I'll find you.

If you have no lingering attachment, then I'll be the thread that ties you to the living world.

I won't let go. I won't let go. I won't let go. I won't let go...

Mansman, Mansman, Mansman, Mansman...

Mansman... you'll come back.

Mansman... you're back.

Note: The whole story is intense. The leads are exclusive to each other. Happy ending.

Very dark!!! The male lead is completely unhinged!

The leads are exclusive to each other. Commenting on individual paragraphs is now enabled.

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Ten years after her death, Yu Wanbai climbed out of the river.

She looked at her body, warm with life, and her completely empty pockets, lost in thought.

A torrential rain began to fall. Cold and hungry, she thought of Si Mingqing, the childhood sweetheart who had grown up with her.

At a public telephone booth, Yu Wanbai nervously dialed the number.

The call connected, but the other end was strangely quiet. All she could hear was a strange dripping sound, wet and sticky.

"Sorry, wrong number!"

Yu Wanbai's mind went blank. She hurriedly hung up, regretting her impulsive decision. Who would believe that a dead person had come back to life?

Fortunately, a kind Taoist priest took her in, and she no longer had to worry about food and shelter.

She quickly forgot about the brief phone call. There was only one thing on her mind now.

The Taoist priest said that the dead returning to the mortal world defied the will of Heaven, and that he would send her to be reincarnated.

One restless night, someone knocked on her door.

Yu Wanbai stared blankly at the bodyguards filling both sides of the hallway, and at the young man sitting in a wheelchair, gazing quietly at her.

The gentle, handsome eyes she remembered were unfocused. His build was mature and upright, the way it could only be in adulthood, but his expression was cold, utterly unlike the boy she'd known ten years ago.

Behind him was the Taoist priest, pinned firmly to the ground by bodyguards.

He held out a hand to Yu Wanbai. The visible part of his wrist was wrapped in thick bandages, and his tone left no room for refusal.

"Wanwan, come home with me."

After being confined to a wheelchair, he grew to hate everything around him even more.

Countless failures had taught him that the lively girl he remembered would never come back. She had left him forever.

One stormy night, he sat alone in a dark room, feeling his blood drain away. In a daze, he thought he saw the figure he had longed for over so many years.

The sudden ring of the phone jolted him out of his near-death hallucination.

"Sorry, wrong number!"

The caller hurriedly hung up, and he suddenly began to laugh.

Tears mixed with bright red blood slid down his pale cheeks, one drop at a time, onto the cold screen.

How could it be the wrong number?

He'd given his number to only one person. The phone hadn't rung once in ten years.

The person he'd longed for all these years had appeared just as he watched death approach.

Even if he couldn't see, it didn't matter.

He would find her, no matter the cost.

Even if he had to crawl, he'd crawl to her side.

He'd make sure she could never leave him again.

He swore it.

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