The Ghost Husband Is Hard to Shake

People drift through life in a daze, fleeting as a season of grass and trees. Yet I alone have endured endless hardships and found no peace. It turned out that all of it was the work of an evil spirit. It clung to my body, singing and reveling with me night after night. In the end, the living were no longer human, and the evil spirit was not evil. This laid bare all the ugliness of human nature...