I hate that young man in town, he is as gloomy as a ghost hiding in the dark.
For this reason, when he confessed to me, I teased, "I will only like you if you are dead..."
However, I never expected that he was a madman, a complete madman.
The dead boy walked toward me on the ashes of the incense candle. His already pale face looked like a moving corpse in the dim sky.
He rubbed my cheek over and over again, his pure black eyes reflecting morbid excitement, "Didn't you say that you will only like me if I die? It's time to fulfill your promise..."
Intention: Try harder