I died on a very ordinary day. My sister rushed back from other provinces overnight after receiving the news of my death. My mother cried so much that she almost fainted at my funeral. I floated over to wipe her tears, but my hand passed through her. I froze in place. My father and sister comforted my mother with red eyes. My mother put my body in the most beautiful dress I had ever seen during my lifetime, and the most beautiful photos of me were used in my photos. My soul often follows my sister after death. I go wherever my sister goes. But I have a secret that I don't want to tell. I like my sister. I know this is unreasonable. But I couldn't control myself. About two months later, my murderer was brought to justice, and my life came to an end. My soul disappeared and I no longer followed my family.
Purpose: Want to write a novel