Maoximing was my lover, but one day he died suddenly.
I was secretly rejoicing, but I didn't expect that he would turn into a ghost and refuse to let me go.
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In the wedding hall full of guests, Mao Ximing and I were dressed in wedding clothes. Everyone urged us to pay our respects quickly and not to miss the auspicious time.
I looked around and my pupils shrank because none of those people had faces.
"Xiaoye, what are you looking at?" Mao Ximing turned around and asked doubtfully.
I felt cold all over and noticed that his eyes were bleeding. I forced a smile and said, "Xi Ming, why are you injured?"
"You forgot." He said with a smile, his face covered with bloodstains, "You killed me with your own hands."
Reading Guide
-1v1, double clean
-This story is purely fictitious
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