Once when I was taking shelter from the rain, I met a young man in a dilapidated temple. Although he was dressed in rags, he was particularly good-looking.
I don't know why, but after saying goodbye to him, I had several nightmares.
The black figure in the dream grabbed my neck and wanted to strangle me... After I woke up, although I was scared, I attributed it to too much thinking.
Little did he know that I was the substitute chosen by the ghost, a shortcut to transcendence.
The truth was revealed. He grabbed my throat viciously, but when I was about to die, he let go just in time.
The young man's scarlet eyes moved, "Do you want to live? Then love me..."
Intention: Try harder