Something strange is happening.
Jian Qing has been suffering from insomnia lately, night after night.
It's like a door has opened, and one bizarre event after another has begun happening around him.
Seeking help, he finds Lin Ying, a Taoist priest at a temple on the outskirts of town. But things go wrong, and this only angers the vengeful ghost that has been haunting him.
After enduring repeated coercion and helplessly giving in, Jian Qing finally remembers everything.
The ghost is actually his lover, the person he thought had died eight years ago.
Looking at his lover's cold, numb face, Jian Qing suddenly understands: the rain from eight years ago never stopped.
No matter how many mountains I must cross, how far apart we are, or how hard it is to bridge the divide between life and death, I will come to wherever you are.
A possessive, sensual ghost top x a timid, fierce little bottom
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Very well written, looking forward to updates