My Late Husband's Hand Gently Strokes My Hair

Optimistic, brave, impulsive, living heroine x refined, gentlemanly ghost of a man from a bygone era

Yanwan got married to a man who was already dead.

She entered the Shen family mansion, holding a memorial tablet, and bowed in the shadowy hall.

A shrill, grating voice rang in her ears again and again: "First bow to Heaven and Earth!"

"Second bow to the elders!"

Behind her red veil, she lowered her head and saw the hem of her skirt, where little pearls glimmered like flowing light, crimson as blood.

She thought she would spend the rest of her life in this gloomy mansion, but

On the stage in the mansion late at night, a long, deathly pale sleeve swept through the air. The actor turned to look at her.

Beneath the corner of his eye was a tiny red mole, exactly like the one her late husband had!

The candlelight in her late husband's study, lit for her night after night.

A gentle, icy kiss, a tender, loving touch...

What secrets are hidden in this century-old mansion?

Did her late husband really die of typhoid fever?

How could it be that a man who was already dead had quietly made his way into her heart...

I won't let you slip away with your wrongful death unavenged.

I'll find every person who hurt and betrayed you, one by one.

Then I'll make them pay in blood and in life!

...An icy, snow-white arm quietly wound around her slender neck, its frigid breath lingering by her ear.

"My wife..."

I'm here. I've always been here.

The distance between being forced to do this and falling deeply in love isn't all that far.

I took one step, and you took ninety-nine.

Falling in love with your late husband is easy, because that person... that ghost, is you.

In a certain scenario that everyone will be happy to see, the heroine is more dominant than the hero, but this isn't a female-led relationship. Enter with caution if that bothers you.

Theme: Passion lights the beacon of life.