My name is Yang Qian. I was once a songstress in Jiangzhou.
Then I became a ghost.
And later, I fell in love with someone.
I think that before we faded into nothing, we left the most precious things we had with each other.
First-person POV | Romantic songstress × gentle gentleman
A short story I wrote years ago. Take a look if you're interested~
Theme: A single word can break the barrier of love for no reason.
The young master was the first incarnation, during her lifetime. The monk was the second incarnation, at the time of her death. Zhou Yi was in her third life, years after she became a ghost. Is this understanding correct? 😭