Er Ya died of illness before she felt she had lived enough. Just as she sat on her grave chatting with her ancestors and complaining about how much she regretted it, the attending physician she had barely met showed up with a hoe and dug up her grave. In a panic... she fainted from anger.
When she woke up again, she had not only been reborn as a high school student, but had also gained the ability to see ghosts.
Being reborn was good. Seeing ghosts was good. Having her ancestors come to visit was good, too. But could someone explain why the person who dug up her grave had come along as well?
Er Ya swallowed nervously, unable to take it, and said to the person beside her, "Ancestor, give me a fast-acting heart pill!"
1v1, I keep my promises. Guaranteed sweet romance. If you don't believe me, go read my other completed stories.
The story opens in early September.
