I am a dead person, dragging my cold, ghostly body through the world of the living, where I have no place.
He is a cultivator who vanquishes evil and demons and upholds the righteous path. The mistake he should most rightly set straight is one like me.
But he says my death was his fault, and that he has a duty to help me fulfill my dying wish and escort me into reincarnation.
He keeps his word. On our journey to seek out my family and take revenge, he treats me with the utmost tenderness and care, and before I know it, I've fallen for him.
He and I are on opposite sides of good and evil, separated by life and death. I shouldn't fall for him, and I have no right to.
How can someone who is already dead fall in love?
He gently cups my face, his handsome features like a breeze beneath a bright moon. "You're just like me. You can love someone, and you can be loved."
Reader's note: An old-fashioned, melodramatic story told in first person. The blurb was archived on 2025/2/1 and is awaiting refinement.
Theme: Everyone deserves to love and be loved.
