Am I a ghost? Well, the Emerald Buddha walking through the wall accepted his fate. But why can ghosts jump around in the sun? Why can that man see me? Even if he sees me, why can that man still touch me? Am I really a ghost? Sun, did you lie to me? The writing style is limited and bugs cannot be avoided. The author has a fragile heart. If you don't like it, please don't enter. Please just click the cross and turn right when going out. Thank you! Entrance to the author's column: