The person Fan Shuang hated the most died.
It was raining that day, the temperature dropped sharply, the air was filled with the smell of dampness, and the sky was gloomy and somewhat depressing.
He went to the funeral, taking with him the chrysanthemums that Guan Fu despised most. In the rain curtain, the petals were beaten to pieces. Fan Shuang's eyes were filled with unpredictable emotions.
Half a year later, Fan Shuang received a message from Guan Fu, who said——
"Come to me, darling."
It's horrifying that a dead person who has been buried for half a year pretends to be a corpse and goes crazy at two o'clock in the morning.
But Fan Shuang was not afraid. He expressionlessly dug up Fu Guan's grave to see what he was up to. As soon as the coffin was opened, a cold hand climbed onto Fan Shuang's wrist, grabbing him tightly and dragging him into hell...
Before falling completely into darkness, Fan Shuang heard a deep laugh.
Frivolous and playful.
The breath lingered around his ears, and he uttered a few words coldly: "Why didn't you bring flowers this time?"
...
Fan Shuang fell into an unknown "space", with bizarre scenes, unfamiliar memory fragments, and a nemesis who completely forgot about him and came up to bite his neck...
Fan Shuang: "..."
Black-bellied, possessive and super aggressive vs cold-faced paralysis
1v1, pure love, double cleanliness
Intention: None