My Crush Is Back from the Dead

—————— In the eyes of my classmates, I am the favorite of Xie Tuan, a popular figure on campus. I got to know Yan Gui because Xie Tuan became interested in Yan Gui inexplicably. This is not the case. Yan Gui is my model. I got to know him first, not Xie Tuan. I like his very much. Probably because of his poor health, he had a sense of fragmentation, like a sharp and fragile fragment of silver mirror, reflecting a cold light in the gray light. He is my muse. But my muse prefers Xie Tuan. It has always been like this, everyone prefers Xie Tuan. Although he is arrogant, arrogant and rude, everyone will choose him as if he is the only protagonist in this world. I knew I couldn't compete with Xie Tuan, so I had to quit sadly and go on vacation to relax for a long time. He didn't expect to hear so many things about Xie Tuan teasing him after he came back. My muse, my Yan Gui, was tortured by love and was terminally ill. When she died, I was the only one beside her, without Xie Tuan. I hate Xie Tuan even more. I hid Yan Gui's ashes. Xie Tuan came to me to ask for it. He was extremely regretful and looked like a madman. I just wanted to sneer. Now that he is so regretful, what have he been doing? So I lied to him and said the ashes were not with me. When he heard this, his eyes went blank. He was devastated and murmured something crazy: "If there are no ashes, if it's not possible... He will come back, Xiaoyou, you don't understand, he will come back..." "It would be great if he would come back." My heart ached, and the anger made my eyes sore. I resentfully knocked his hand off the door frame, "It's a pity, people can't be resurrected, he is already dead!" The door was slammed shut on me. I was angry and sad. The agitation made me breathless, my body trembled uncontrollably, and I felt as if something was congested in my chest. The wind blew across my cheek, and I seemed to hear Yan Gui calling my name in a resentful and angry voice: "Chu You..." I looked in a daze towards where the sound came from, and all I saw was a window that had been opened at some point. It turned out to be wind noises and auditory hallucinations. ……Strangeness. When did I open this window? —————— The copy was published on March 30, 23. Weak, wicked, beautiful and fierce ghost x neurotic painter Xie Tuan and Yan Gui hate each other. Free article, inspired by a blogger I like very much. Intention: He is back.