After I became a ghost, I forgot everything.
The hospital gown I was wearing and the bandages around my head prove that I may have undergone brain surgery and failed to make it through afterward.
Looking at my still-childish face in the mirror, I guessed I was only in my teens, and that my family was probably still alive.
How should I look for my family?
I don't know.
All I can do is keep drifting and drifting...
[Author's Note]
The original version of this story was born in the summer of 2020. Since my writing was too immature, I kept the original framework and most of the plot, then thoroughly revised it. The version you are reading now is the result.
Everything after the Mid-Autumn Festival extra chapter was added later. If I miss them in the future, I'll tell you all about how they're doing these days.
Thank you for meeting me. I wish you well.
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Theme: Follow the guidance of your soul
It's such a familiar plot. Where have you seen it? It's so hard to guess~^w^