Mao Ximing is my beloved. One day, he suddenly died.
I was secretly relieved, but I never imagined that even as a ghost, he still wouldn't leave me alone.
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The wedding hall was packed with guests. Mao Ximing and I were dressed in wedding robes, and everyone urged us to hurry up and bow to one another before the auspicious hour passed.
I looked around, and my pupils shrank. None of those people had faces.
"Xiao Ye, what are you looking at?" Mao Ximing turned to me, puzzled.
I was freezing all over. I realized blood was running from his eyes, and forced a smile. "Ximing, how did you get hurt?"
"You forgot." His face was streaked with blood as he smiled. "You killed me with your own hands."
[Reader's Guide]
- One-on-one romance, both leads have only ever been with each other
- This story is entirely fictional
Theme: Serve the people wholeheartedly
