Hundreds of ghosts walk at night, keep strangers away. Another year, the gates of hell opened in the middle of July, and another year, lonely souls wandered the world.
I have already crossed the boundary between life and death, but I chose to use your death to trap myself in a small place, so please accept my tears, embrace me when we meet again, listen to my late confession, and feel the heart that beats because of you.
The long-haired crybaby plays beautifully with a man and a ghost × hot on the outside and cold on the inside, the little sun is handsome and cute
(Purely fictitious, please do not take it seriously)
"Punching the Foundation" is in the process of being saved, and the update frequency is to be determined.
Thanks for the support
Concept: The most taboo thing about death is powerlessness.