I'm dead. I was only 19 years old that year.
I am from the Tang Dynasty. During the Anshi Rebellion during the reign of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty, my fiancé was the right-hand man of the leader of the rebel army. He took me into the military camp with him. While he practiced martial arts, I was responsible for mending the clothes of the soldiers. On the battlefield, he pulled me aside to block a sword for himself. I died, but he lived.
After the Anshi Rebellion, he fled to the frontier area, married a beautiful wife, and had a son and a daughter.
Thousands of years have passed. I died unjustly and could not be reincarnated. I cultivated into a powerful ghost and met that exquisite young man.