Many Years After My Girlfriend's Death

Lu Yanning never imagined that one day she would be haunted by a ghost.

It was gaunt and towering, blotting out the sky. It appeared in her dreams like a nightmare, countless hands reaching for her and grabbing her ankles to drag her down. With a cold, damp breath and a sticky voice, it whispered in her ear, but she could never make out what it was saying.

After a hospital examination found nothing wrong with her mental health, Lu Yanning had no choice but to carry on as usual.

Fortunately, apart from those strange dreams, her life was hardly affected, until...

She fell in love at first sight with an upperclassman.

So tall... so gentle...

Your senior... so familiar...

Senior... so glad...

Lu Yanning stopped and looked up at the twisted, damp figure clinging to the senior's back.

At last, she was sure she had been treated by a quack.

At last, she could make out what it was saying...

It said, “I've found you.”

-

She had no idea how long it had been, but he had finally found her,

even if he was no longer alive.

Many years ago, the weather had been just as clear when he proposed to her after graduating from university. She accepted, and he began making plans for their wedding, just as he had hoped.

But he never expected the sudden apocalypse to ruin all their plans. Even though he did everything he could to take her and run, he still watched her die in his arms.

He worked for a long time to earn the chance to start over.

He found her, and the version of himself who belonged to the same timeline. Then he began, subtly and deliberately, bringing the two of them together.

That was how it was supposed to be.

But little by little, he realized he was getting jealous, consumed by a mad jealousy.

He had gone through all this for their sake, so why wasn't it him holding her? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why...?

-

It was terrifying. That damp, twisted ghost had practically become her nightmare.

Cold, wet, clammy. That feeling was everywhere, wrapping around her.

Every nightfall, she heard the ghost whisper in her ear, “Was it fun going on a date with him today?”

“Tonight, it's my turn.”

Blurb notarized on 2025/4/16

Coming soon: Sister-in-Law, Open the Door: After I Stole My Brother's Wife

Qiao Hui had been married to her husband, Shen Jue, for a little over a month. She could tell he didn't like her. Whenever he looked at her, his gaze was strange and distant, and he was always cold toward her in bed...

She felt miserable and often wondered if she had done something wrong to make her husband loathe her.

Later, her husband went off to war. She waited at home for a year, and at last he came back.

“Ah Hui, your husband has always been a cold one, but after being apart so long, maybe things will be better now that he's home,” her mother-in-law comforted her.

Qiao Hui didn't get her hopes up.

But to her surprise, after his return Shen Jue was no longer cold and distant. He spoke gently to her and took extra care of her... though he still found every excuse to avoid intimacy.

Qiao Hui was depressed for a while, then came to terms with it. Maybe the man simply couldn't perform. But her parents-in-law were kind and affectionate, and now her husband had changed his attitude toward her. Even though they still had no children, it wasn't her fault. She was content.

Several months passed, and just as Qiao Hui had grown used to her gentle yet distant husband, Shen Jue changed again.

He started holding her every night and nuzzling her cheek. Again and again, he called her name.

He... he wasn't that incapable after all.

Qiao Hui was puzzled again.

-

After his elder brother died in battle, Shen Erlang had no choice but to impersonate his identical-looking brother and take command of the army to maintain morale.

Since deceiving the emperor was a grave offense, Shen Erlang had to keep up the act after returning to the capital.

But when he got home, he learned that he had a beautiful sister-in-law.

Shen Erlang had no idea how she and his brother had treated each other. He could only be as gentle as possible and fulfill his every responsibility, never daring to cross the line.

That was how it was supposed to be.

But to his surprise, his brother, who had died in battle, came back.

That night, Shen Erlang paced around the courtyard for half an hour, then went to knock on Qiao Hui's door.

“Ah Hui, open the door,” Shen Yan called. “I'm your husband.”

Coming soon: My Nonhuman Boyfriend: After Moving in with a Monster

Zhang Jiaojiao suffered from a strange illness that gave her severe, vivid, long-lasting hallucinations from childhood. No treatment could cure her.

For example, she spent six years in elementary school escaping a zombie apocalypse. In middle school, she lived through a financial crisis and spent every day scavenging for things to sell. By the time she finally made it to university, her three roommates talked to her while standing on their heads every day, so Zhang Jiaojiao had no choice but to move out of the dorm.

The good news was that her hallucinations seemed to be getting milder.

The bad news was that she started having bizarre hallucinations about her new roommate.

For example, one night Zhang Jiaojiao was watching a show in bed when she happened to see her roommate drag a corpse in from outside and glare at her ominously.

Her hallucinations were back. Zhang Jiaojiao laughed and said, “You're pretty strong!”

Later, she saw her roommate dismembering the corpse in the kitchen and putting the pieces in the fridge.

Zhang Jiaojiao suggested, “Are you putting the feet in the fridge too? Isn't that unsanitary?”

Every time she said something, her roommate would examine her with a cold, meaningful gaze. Zhang Jiaojiao knew her roommate must think she was crazy. She was used to that look, haha!

Until one day, Zhang Jiaojiao received a call from the hospital. “Miss Zhang, your hallucinations were cured six months ago. Didn't you know?”

Zhang Jiaojiao froze. The blood in her body slowly turned to ice as she stared blankly at the man-shaped figure in an apron, cooking in the kitchen.

In the quiet light, all orange and gold,

the other person turned around, his handsome face softening into a smile. “Jiaojiao, dinner's ready.”

Theme: Work hard and strive for happiness