Eighteen-year-old Zuo Yang died.
When she opened her eyes again, she was lying on a grave.
At that moment, a fierce wind was blowing, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and rain poured down in sheets.
Zuo Yang wiped the rain from her face and stared wide-eyed at the photo on the tombstone.
A single glance confirmed it—the person in the photo was her.
Her gaze shifted to the words on the tombstone: Tomb of My Wife, Zuo Yang.
Well, alright then.
Alright, my ass!
So what the hell was this!
Right around the time of her college entrance exams, she had a sudden, massive nosebleed. A hospital check-up revealed she had terminal cancer.
She accepted this fact with great calm.
Then, just as calmly, she signed a body donation agreement.
She was an orphan, having grown up step-by-step with the help of social assistance.
Fortunately, she had a peaceful heart and a sunny disposition, never blaming fate or others.
Her only wish was to study hard so she could give back to society and be a useful person in the future.
Although she was fated to not have enough time to repay society, becoming a “silent mentor” after her death and contributing to medical research was pretty great, too.
But as it turned out, on her way back to school, she was sent flying by a car while saving a trembling old monk who was crossing the road.
How wonderful, she even got to do a good deed before she died.
As she lay dying, she vaguely heard the old monk’s soft murmur, “Don’t be afraid, little girl. A heavenly opportunity awaits you. Amitabha…”
Actually, she wanted to say, Ahem, I’m not afraid of death. After all, isn’t death just another form of ‘life’?
So, Monk, please don’t cry.
But the moment she opened her mouth, blood gushed out, and she couldn’t utter a single word…
Her life came to a halt at the age of eighteen.
“Holy crap! A g-ghost!”
A startled cry pulled Zuo Yang back to her senses. She looked blankly toward the source of the voice.
She saw a man whose teeth were chattering so hard they clicked. He looked like he’d lost his soul, standing frozen to the spot, utterly dumbfounded.
The beam of the flashlight in his hand was still shining on her face.
Zuo Yang looked down at herself.
In the dead of night, in a torrential downpour, a person was lying on a grave.
This person was wearing a white dress, her hair disheveled and plastered to her face by the rain.
Then, illuminated by the flashlight…
Tsk.
Wasn’t this the very picture of a sinister female ghost from a TV show? The spitting image!
Who wouldn’t be scared?
Just as Zuo Yang was about to reassure the man not to be afraid, another person strode over, followed by several subordinates.
“What’s going on!”
Before the dumbfounded man could speak, Zuo Yang, aided by the beams of several flashlights, saw the newcomer’s face clearly.
In her shock, her mouth moved faster than her brain. “Yu Ning?!”
Yes, she knew this person, because of that dream!
Both this grave and Yu Ning had appeared with incredible clarity in her dreams!
“Who’s there!”
The man called Yu Ning glared fiercely at the figure on the grave.
Aside from the President, no one here had the gall to call him by his name.
But when he saw the slender white figure, Yu Ning also shuddered.
It wasn’t that he was scared, but… well, it was a conditioned reflex!
Yes, purely a conditioned reflex!
Because the thing on the grave was the stuff of everyone’s childhood nightmares! That ghost Sadako who crawled out of the TV!
Damn it.
Zuo Yang came to her senses and quickly tucked her rain-plastered hair behind her ears, revealing her entire clear, small face.
“It’s me! Zuo Yang!”
This time, Yu Ning was stunned.
He couldn’t help but walk forward, studying the girl’s face with intense seriousness.
His gaze darted back and forth between the photo on the tombstone and the girl’s face.
After a long moment, he looked down at the ground beneath the girl.
The flashlight beam cast the girl’s slender shadow.
A shadow meant she wasn’t a ghost.
But how was that possible?
A thought struck Yu Ning, and his shock was replaced by ferocity.
He grabbed the girl’s neck with his full strength. “Speak! Who sent you!”
It couldn’t be the President’s darling.
Because she had been dead for five years.
But the person before him looked exactly as she had at eighteen, the year she died. She hadn’t changed a bit, right down to the baby fat on her cheeks.
So how could it be possible!
It must be another one of the President’s enemies, or some sycophant trying to curry favor! They had gone to great lengths to find such a double!
In the past five years, this sort of thing had happened countless times!
But this double was undoubtedly the most convincing one yet, a perfect replica.
Trying to bewitch the President? Trying to harm the President?
Hah, did they think he, Yu Ning, was dead!
“Confess, and I’ll consider leaving you with an intact corpse!”
Zuo Yang struggled a few times. She had originally intended to spare him some dignity, but the hand on her neck felt like it was about to snap it. Throwing caution to the wind, she lifted her foot and kicked straight at Yu Ning’s crotch.
Hmph, she hadn’t learned self-defense for nothing!
Caught completely off guard by the sudden attack, Yu Ning’s face went pale on the spot.
His “marital bliss” felt like it had been shattered.
The others were also stunned by this sudden turn of events.
Just then, Yu Ning’s phone fell out of his pocket.
The screen lit up. Zuo Yang glanced at the date on it, then at the date on the tombstone.
She rubbed her stinging neck, feeling the sharp pain. Putting all the pieces together, a bold guess popped into her head.
Oh ho.
That dream! It was real!
The world in her dream was truly her past life!
And she, on the fifth anniversary of her own death in that past life, had transmigrated to her own grave!
Though she didn’t understand it, she absolutely respected it!
And this grave was actually kinda nice-looking!
Lightning seemed to tear the sky apart, and a clap of thunder exploded overhead.
Was this what they called: a thunderous crash in the sky, a grand debut at the grave?!
Wow.
How explosive.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through Zuo Yang’s head, and a broken, lonely figure flashed before her eyes.
As her vision blurred, countless dazzling lights suddenly shone on her.
The figure in the lead appeared, silhouetted against the light.
The man was in a wheelchair, an assistant holding a black umbrella steadily over his head.
Upon seeing the newcomer, Yu Ning and his dazed subordinates hurried over.
Zuo Yang saw Yu Ning lean down and whisper something in the man’s ear. She shook her head, which was growing increasingly dull and painful.
Through the curtain of rain, the moment her eyes met the man’s, she suddenly burst into tears.
The tears were unstoppable, flowing like a broken dam.
The man was dressed in a black suit, looking as if he would merge with the thick darkness of the night.
Beneath his sharp, short hair, his face was unnaturally pale, yet it couldn’t hide his devastatingly handsome features.
It was him…
It was him…
In that dream of her past life, this man had died before her tombstone.
He was only thirty-five when he died…
This was the Mo Qingyan she had loved so deeply!
When Mo Qingyan saw the girl, he wasn’t shocked like Yu Ning. In fact, he showed no expression at all.
His entire being exuded an aura of death.
Not until the girl, crying loudly, stumbled and threw herself into his arms, her small hands clutching his waist tightly.
A snot bubble from her crying even stuck to his clothes.
His sense of smell had almost completely vanished, but at this moment, he suddenly caught the faint, milky scent of a baby.
That was…
Mo Qingyan didn’t push the girl away, but he made no other move either.
The next second, a milky voice, etched into his very bones, exploded by his ear—
“Mo Qingyan! You’re not sick, you’re not a cripple, and you’re not fated to die young! You won’t die, you’ve been poisoned! I know how to save you!”