If this is fate, then they all accept it.
As a ghost that resembles a black and white impermanent bull-headed and horse-faced ghost, Wu Shixun would not have thought that he would meet that child when he went to collect the souls of dying people as usual. He has wet, clear eyes that make it difficult to look away from him. His name is Lu Han.
"Why do you think you like following me so much?"
"Because I like you."
Because I like it, I remember it. So painful.