Chapter 1

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Chapter 1: wedge

Lin Yan stood in front of the sink and stared at his reflection in the mirror. He was wearing a white cotton shirt and jeans. He has a very delicate face but unfortunately, it looks so haggard. His eyes were bloodshot, and there were two deep black spots underneath them, which make him, grow old a few years. How old are you?

Since being stared at by that thing, I haven’t had a

good night’s sleep for many days.

Lin Yan patted hard on his cheeks, trying to get some

blood on his pale face, and then turned on the tap to catch the water and brush

his teeth. His shadow was reflected on the glass black lacquer basin, and this

was not right, because there was something else not only his shadow. Lin Yan stared at the twisted and deformed reflection on the arc, his

lips began to tremble slightly, and a gust of wind came in from the window make

the incandescent lamp flickered a few times like unstable voltage.

Someone stood behind him.

Lin Yan buried his face in his hands, and there was no

trace of warmth in the palm of his hand. The temperature of his whole body has

been sucked up by the shadow. Life,

school, friends, family, it all turned upside down that night two weeks ago. He

was that person who walked in the alley, umbrella in the hand, without knowing

that thunder will hit him.

The world was so big and there

were so many choices, so why choose him?

Lin Yan sullenly laughed twice, resting his hands on

the cold glass basin, and slowly raised his head to look at the mirror.

A "person" stood behind

him.

To be precise, it was a tall dark

shadow dressed in mottled clothes strained with large old bloodstains. It stood

barefoot not far from behind Lin Yan with long dark hair and a pair of ruthless

deep eyes that stared directly at him.

That pair of eyes that shocked him deeply from the

first sight, were paranoid, desperate, and crazy, with strong reluctance and

even resentment. They were cold as a cold lock that had been frozen in the

courtyard all night in December, and the touch of his fingers could not

uncovered it to warm it. They were cold as a cold lock that had been frozen in

the courtyard all night in December, and it cannot be covered up and warm it

with a gentle touch of his fingers. Even blood and flesh that is connected with

that cold that could not be covered make his exposed bone and flesh turn to

bloody color. Want to pull his fingers and Sucked on them fiercely in his

mouth.

There's nowhere to run to, there is nowhere to escape

at all. Lin Yan was holding his toothbrush in his mouth. They were clearly in

May, but like his whole body have been thrown into the ice water, cold from

head to toe.

And at this moment, the old monk's word flashed

through his mind, "On the first day of the Wushen month (1), your life will

end"

His lifespan is about to come to an end. Even if he is

going to die he cannot die scared of a ghost and not to mention there are still

more than three months for this. Isn't he is tired of playing this game?

"What

the hell do you want?" Lin Yan couldn't help but yell at the figure in the

mirror. His throat was hoarse and the joints of his fingers seemed to freeze.

The black figure came up from behind, folding his hands in front of Lin Yan's

abdomen, resting his chin on his shoulder, in an extremely dependent and

possessive posture. His whole body was wrapped in cold, and his scattered hair

was rubbing against Lin Yan's face, while his lips kissed all the way from Lin

Yan's ear to along the neck, until he reached the collarbone.

Suddenly a

firm and slender hand clasped Lin Yan's throat.

That thing

never allowed him to resist, he was extremely stubborn, paranoid, and selfish.

If he said he wanted it, then Lin Yan had to give his person, his heart, his

body, and finally his life to him.

Lin Yan

was so tired that he didn't want to make a sound. He raised his head trying his

best to hold onto a trace of clarity in the coming lack of oxygen and

suffocation. They stood in stalemate in front of the mirror, one person and one

ghost.

"Go away."

The chilling cold comes from the Yin energy makes Lin Yan's upper and lower

teeth cackle, and his voice couldn't shaking: " People and ghosts have

different ways."

After a

momentary pause, Lin Yan hissed out, "Get the fuck out of here!"

The hand

that was stuck to his neck disappeared, Lin Yan opened his eyes, stood stiffly

with his neck up in the mirror, and the first button of his shirt was

unbuttoned, revealing clearly crimson hickey at his collarbone.

Holding

the cup tightly in his hand, Lin Yan suddenly turned around and smashed it

against the place where the shadow was supposed to be. With a crack, the glass

breaks apart on the opposite wall, water was flowing down the tiles, but the

bathroom was empty.

Lin Yan

stood alone in a daze, still holding the toothbrush in his hand.

Without an

answer, the brightness of the lamp returned again. Lin Yan

looked back at the window, pulled his hand up, and locked it tightly.

Ten

seconds later, Lin Yan stuffed the toothbrush into his mouth and continued

brushing his teeth.

At this

point, it has been nearly two weeks since the collapse of Lin Yan's

materialistic worldview, which he has held for twenty-two years.

(1)戊申月甲子日 Literary

means "Wushen Moon Jiazi Day" I thought it difficult to remember so I

translate it as Wushen month (aka) the fifth lunar month.

The author

had something to say: This is a story about a gentle ghost haunting a person.

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