On the Seventh Day of Our Marriage, My Husband Became a Widower

[A ghost wife who gets emo in the middle of the night but is actually pretty carefree]

[An outwardly reserved widower who is growing more and more neurotic and fragile]

On the seventh day of their marriage, Ji Hao died in an accident.

Her soul lingered, drifting around her husband, Shen Shiqing.

In the morgue, the man's coat was immaculate and his collar perfectly neat. Even the line of his shoulders exuded meticulous restraint. His eyes were lowered, giving nothing away.

Ji Hao floated over, touched his face, and comforted him. "Honey, don't be sad. Cheer up. I'm still here."

But the truth was

As soon as the funeral ended, Shen Shiqing quickly returned to work and socializing. He drank until he had a stomach bleed at a business dinner, and on the seventh day after her death, he even went to get a tattoo...

He did every single thing she'd forbidden him to do while she was alive.

What a coldhearted, faithless man.

Ji Hao was so angry she used a few ghostly tricks to scare him.

Shen Shiqing, a staunch materialist, actually hired a Daoist priest at great expense to catch the ghost.

Talismans covered the house. He stood straight and still, as if he were in a solemn, meticulously ordered conference room, his obsessive gaze fixed unblinkingly on the framed memorial portrait.

*

Shen Shiqing rose to prominence in the architectural world and won award after award.

The day he received the highest honor was the seventh year Ji Hao had spent floating by his side.

On the awards stage, the man looked handsome, his bearing as composed and steady as ever.

Ji Hao decided to leave.

But that night, she saw Shen Shiqing put on the outfit she loved most, preparing to kill himself.

*

Shen Shiqing, a rising architect much in demand in the industry, always wears a plain ring on his ring finger. His colleagues have never seen his wife, and assume she's just an excuse he uses to get out of drinking parties.

On one business trip,

he was burning with fever, barely conscious, the corners of his eyes tinged red. Over and over, he murmured two words: "Wife."

His colleague sighed. "Where did you get a wife?"

He couldn't see Ji Hao floating right beside the bed, her insubstantial hand hovering over Shen Shiqing's forehead as she sighed softly. "How did you let yourself get this bad?"

All he could see was the man rubbing his cheek against the empty space beside him on the pillow, his breath thin and weak. "I feel awful... Wife."

One-on-one romance, both leads inexperienced, happy ending

Theme: Live positively and enjoy life