After I died, I became a ghost and watched my mortal enemy cry and confess his love to me on my grave.
As a dead ghost, I have a secret
——I like my nemesis, that picky, mysophobic, turtle-haired woman.
The relationship between humans and ghosts is not over, it sounds like a big drama.
We were entangled for a long time, so long that I watched her sleep holding my faded photo.
Later, I woke up.
Intention: I love you
