I'm Being Haunted by a Brooding Female Ghost

Yan Huai's girlfriend died in an accident four years ago. Ever since, Yan Huai had drifted through life in a daze. Four years later, Yan Huai had finally outlasted yet another company until it went under. The phone she'd used for four years had become so laggy that the screen warped and it kept making a crackling sound. At last, it stopped working altogether. With no other choice, she took a job at yet another company. On her first day, the company's new senior executive happened to come by for an inspection. Yan Huai, seated at her desk, came face-to-face with the woman. Those delicate features, that ethereal face she'd carefully sketched countless times in her dreams, appeared right before her. The woman smiled politely at Yan Huai, but Yan Huai saw her twist her head a full 180 degrees in a grotesque pose. Her dark eyes stared straight at Yan Huai, and a blood-red smile spread across her lips, beyond her control. Along with that gaze came a faint, tender yet uncanny voice, more familiar than any other.