That summer, she and I met on the rooftop.
White skirt, white oil-paper umbrella, and a beautiful face.
She spotted me and disappeared before my eyes shortly after.
It turns out she is a ghost.
After that, we met often.
I liked her and helped her get a body that she was satisfied with.
She likes me, but she is wandering between the boundary between human and ghost.
After many hardships and tests, I thought we could finally achieve success.
But I didn't expect that she was lying to me from beginning to end.
She said it was to keep me alive.
I was selfish and didn't want her to leave, turning her into my shadow.
It is impossible to use ancient forbidden techniques without being discovered. It seems that the days of my hard-working life with her have just begun.
Intention: If you like her, hold her hand