[Black-faced and cold female ghost 1 X Lonely and sensitive reality 0 ]
When I was eighteen, I could see ghosts.
They don't scare me, but follow me like a group of silent guardians.
I asked them what they were trying to figure out, and the ghost that always stayed under my bed, with its cold fingertips, gently hooked my finger:
"I love you, Xiang Lin. We have been waiting for you for eighteen years."
I suddenly remembered that when I was a child, adults always called me a "monster" and said that I had "dirty things" on my body.
It turns out that those "dirty things" are the only people in the world who treat me sincerely.
I'm more afraid of evil spirits in human skin than ghosts.
Purpose: Using the growth of an ordinary girl Xiang Lin as a clue, it tells the story of how she gradually uncovered the secrets of her childhood and the bed after accidentally seeing a ghost at the age of eighteen. Amidst the fear and warmth, she slowly saw clearly: the truly terrifying thing was never the ghosts, but the indifference and hurt of people's hearts. The work uses light suspense as a shell to explore self-acceptance, lonely redemption and silent companionship, and ultimately completes the gentle reconciliation between the girl and the past, the world, and life and death.
