Unlucky white cut black x dank male ghost
My ex-husband is a love brain.
I lied to him about my body, my heart, my money, my sex, and I cheated him countless times. He never left me, never scolded me, and he smiled and forgave me every time.
Until my ex-husband died.
As the sole heir, I had no choice but to inherit my ex-husband's fortune. I cried like rain every day and lived happily.
But there are risks in being a scumbag.
Within two days of the good days, I traveled through time.
I traveled to a small, backward village from an unknown dynasty.
The unscrupulous people tied me up and offered it to the mountain god.
Feudal superstition is not advisable. I decided to give this pretentious mountain god a taste of the iron fist of materialism.
However, on the wedding night, when I pulled off the red hijab, I saw my dead ex-husband appearing in front of me.
Help, it seems like there really are ghosts in this world.
Probably a twisted male ghost forcing love
The text is in third person, it should be a short or medium story cookie
The title and copywriting need to be changed, but the core message remains unchanged.
Intention: Meeting by chance
