An aloof, obsessive exorcist bottom x a resentful, clingy ghost top who loves pretending to be a goofy loyal puppy
I had a boyfriend who died in an accident.
As a celestial master, I knew he had never entered the cycle of reincarnation.
And as the one he left behind,
I waited three whole years for him, but he never came to see me, not even in a dream
Why?
The fortune-teller said he didn't want to see me.
The fortune-teller was lying. He'd said he wanted to spend every day and every year by my side.
The medium said he wanted me to let go of the past.
He was lying too. Once, when we were caught up in passion, he'd begged me with red-rimmed eyes to curse him, saying that even as a ghost he would never leave my side, and that I could only ever belong to him.
But three whole years was too long.
Fine, then. I wouldn't see him either.
All I had to do was forget a relationship.
But just as I started dating my third boyfriend, he suddenly called me.
Hah. Men.
I had a first love. I stayed by his side for three years.
That's right, I died.
Some people said our fates were incompatible, and that he had been the death of me.
I was glad. At least I was the one who died.
Some people said my obsession with him was too strong, and I stayed too close to him. My resentment would build up over time, and eventually he would meet a terrible end.
I didn't want him to die. I could wait.
It was only a lifetime.
I never appeared in his dreams. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to control myself.
I wanted him to remember me forever, but when I saw him all alone, I also wanted him to forget me.
He seemed to have forgotten me. One boyfriend after another took my place at his side.
But had he really forgotten me? I tried to find some trace of myself in each of his boyfriends, and jealousy nearly drove me mad.
Until one day, I couldn't even find a trace of myself anymore.
I was going to go crazy.
What should you do when your ex calls?
Wen Yuanshi, poker-faced: Hang up.
What if your ex keeps pestering you after you hang up?
Wen Yuanshi, unruffled: Make up a story with a fortune-teller. If the fortune-teller can't do it, I can take over.
What if your ex finally goes crazy?
Wen Yuanshi: A lunatic trying to scam me. Have him cremated.
He meant to do just that, but as Wen Yuanshi called the crematorium, a strangely chilling presence crept over him and wrapped itself around his entire body.
The man was as wronged as a big dog, whimpering as he rubbed his face against Wen Yuanshi's neck. "Your puppy was wrong. Don't leave me."
Theme: Cherish the present
