Synopsis
Yang Zhicheng had a ghost problem. Specifically, his ex-boyfriend. Song Guannan used to be soft-spoken and put-together. Now he was showing up in the bathroom mirror looking like death itself — face drained of color, two thin lines of blood running down from his eyes. Yang Zhicheng, completely panicked, yelled, "What do you want from me?!" Song Guannan stared back with empty eyes. "You caused my death. I'm here to take yours." Yang Zhicheng had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. They broke up two years ago, hadn't crossed paths since, and he couldn't figure out how any…
