Night Walkers in the Mortal World

Winter mornings dawn late. The quiet breakfast shop always lights its first lamp in the darkness.

Its light is warm as honey. Every morning at 4:44, a man in a long black robe arrives right on time for breakfast.

His skin is pale, his bangs long enough to cover his eyes, and he wears a black mask. He never speaks, only points to the menu and orders a bowl of vegetarian wontons.

After a year of this, on the morning of the fifteenth day of the seventh month, An Jing can't help asking him, "Sir, would you like to try some pork wontons?"

The man slowly raises his head. It's their first conversation, and the first time they've looked each other in the eye.

Through the gap in his black hair, she sees a pair of blood-red eyes.

He says, "People from the underworld don't eat the flesh of the living."

An Jing: "..." This regular customer is already a bit of an oddball for wearing colored contacts, but apparently he's not all there, either.

Kind, beautiful breakfast-shop owner x the underworld's representative in the human world

It's more or less a story about a gorgeous ghost who wanders through the night and falls for a woman who loves the warmth of everyday life... A short, sweet story with a touch of the supernatural.

Theme: No one can resist a gentle, mature big sister. Not even a ghost :)