You Were Born, but I Was Already Dead

[Story One]

He fell in love with a girl.

At her funeral.

So he secretly kept her memorial tablet at home and believed a charlatan's nonsense, pricking his finger to drip blood onto her photograph in the hope they could be together in their next lives.

To his surprise, on the night of her seventh-day return, she suddenly appeared in his home...

A normal person would be trembling with fear.

But the male lead is overjoyed: What a wonderful wife.jpg

I was born while you were already dead (x)

An unfinished love between a human and a ghost (check)

An utterly underworldly romance.

An elegant, scheming, twisted male lead vs. an adorable female ghost.

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[Story Two]

He knows what he's looking at.

The woman before him smiles elegantly. Her thick hair is black as raven feathers, her red lips pressed together. Her deep green eyes are like a secluded pool, perfectly complementing her classically beautiful features. A bewitching charm clings to her ivory skin, swiftly strangling your reason.

She is exactly what people imagine when they think of an unparalleled beauty, someone you want to clasp tightly in your hands.

But she wears a crown, holds a scepter, and has a sash draped over her shoulder.

Cloaked in glory, she makes people kneel.

It is only a lifelike oil painting.

The name of the painting is her name: "Winter."

Hundreds of years ago, the people of this country fervently called her the White Emperor.

Message: Don't discriminate against other species.