Gu Qingli was the only daughter of a scholarly family. After accidentally saving the young general, she got married to him. Every time the general returned home, he would wash the blood off his hands and make soup for her, taking great care.
Their lives were happy and peaceful.
It was the kind of life that Gu Qingli longed for most.
But that day, her father came to her door and begged her, "Ali, daddy, please, stop lying to yourself, Xiao Jingmo is already dead."
He said her husband was dead.
Not only he said that, many people said so.
Who is the person who washes and cooks for her every day, takes care of her daily life, and makes her bed before going to bed...?
Gu Qingli was suddenly so scared that she ran away from her house overnight and ran to a ruined temple halfway up the mountain, where she knelt all night. She knelt down until her husband showed up and dusted her off with his own hands, then she was willing to stand up and snuggle into his arms.
Ah, it turns out...
Accompanying her every day is the ghost that her husband turned into after his death.
The ghost lightly scratched her nose, laughing at her for being naughty and insisting on torturing the poor old man in the ruined temple so that he could find a way to cure those people in the town who were afraid of ghosts.
But he was also pleased with her perseverance. She carried Gu Qingli on her back and walked step by step back from the rain-swept mountain to the quiet and comfortable courtyard at home.
Gu Qingli watched as the ghost hurriedly changed out of his shirt and was busy with himself, boiling water and making the bed...
She knew that she had never made a wrong choice. Whether it was a person or a ghost, her days with Xiao Jingmo would still be long.
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There was a time when he was a real male ghost.
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