My Ex-Boyfriend Came To Haunt Me On The 7th Day Of His Death

Yang Zhicheng was being haunted by a ghost.

And not just any ghost—it was his ex-boyfriend.

Once a gentle and refined man, Song Guannan now appeared in the bathroom mirror with a pale, ghostly complexion, two trails of bloody tears slowly streaming from the corners of his eyes.

Yang Zhicheng, terrified, shouted, “What do you want?!”

Song Guannan’s eyes were lifeless as he replied, “You killed me. I’ve come to take your life!”

Yang Zhicheng was utterly baffled. They had broken up two years ago, hadn’t seen each other since, and he had no idea how he could have possibly killed him.

But Song Guannan didn’t care.

On the first day, he crawled out of the mirror.

On the second day, he poked his head out of his phone.

On the third day, he pushed open the window, climbed into his room, and strangled his neck with a deathly grip.

Yang Zhicheng was on the verge of a breakdown.

But one day, by some strange twist of fate, he accidentally kissed Song Guannan’s cold lips, and to his surprise, he seemed to calm down a bit.

The dark aura around him faded, and he stopped climbing through windows.

To save his own life, Yang Zhicheng had no choice but to maintain this ambiguous relationship with him.

However, as time went on, mere kisses were no longer enough, and their relationship began to derail Yang Zhicheng’s life.

One day, as Song Guannan pinned him down, his eyes red with emotion, Yang Zhicheng finally couldn’t hold back his question,”If you think I killed you, shouldn’t you hate me?”

But Song Guannan simply looked at his quietly and said, “No, I want to protect you.”

…

Yang Zhicheng didn’t understand what he meant by “protection.”

Until one day, he witnessed the scene of Song Guannan’s death.

Under a gray sky, yellowed pages fluttered in the wind, each one bearing Yang Zhicheng’s name written in ominous dark red ink.

And there stood Song Guannan, holding a long sword, his robes billowing in the wind.

Without hesitation, he plunged the sword into his own chest.

*A plot-driven story with a hint of horror.