Mu Wanwan is dead.

Her heart was ripped from her chest while she was still alive, and her body was buried on a desolate mountain outside the city of Jing. It wasn't until Bo Sihan dug her up from the earth that Mu Wanwan's soul was freed from the darkness.

"Wanwan, I'm here to take you home."

Then, the man in the black suit knelt on the ground, his hands shaking as he held the already rotting corpse close to his chest.

Be careful and gentle, as though you were caring for the world's most precious treasure.

Looking at the man's haggard face, etched with pain, Mu Wanwan opened her mouth and cried out.

"Sihan gege!"

But Bo Sichan couldn't hear, he buried his face in the corpse's neck, trembling.

Like cries of despair, they were abruptly cut short.

I don't know.

After how long, Bo Sihan took out a string of jet-black beads from his pocket and put them on the wrist of the corpse in his arms.

With that string of beads, the stench on the corpse magically disappeared.

"My dear Wanwan, so clean and warm, even if you're gone, you should still be spotless."

Mu Wanwan was very knowledgeable about antiques and immediately recognized the string of beads as the Shenci Pearl, which could grant immortality to the deceased.

"I won't let you lie here all alone, WanWan. I'll take you with me!"

Bo Sihan's low and magnetic voice was filled with a strange madness. He lowered his head and gently kissed the corpse's pale lips.

Seeing the man's actions, Mu Wanwan froze in place. It turned out that Bo Sihan was a man among men.

"siblings, not brother and sister."

Mu Wanwan, who had endured for over twenty years, wanted to cry out in pain for the first time.

They had once relied on each other, but while they were alive, she treated him so badly, finding him suffocating, always opposing him, and even abandoning him. However, when death came, the only person who was truly precious to her was him.

But it was a soul, without tears. A soul twisted by extreme pain, stretched and torn almost to the point of annihilation.

*****

For the next six months, Mu Wanwan's soul followed Bo Sichen.

Bo Sichen brought the corpse back to their former villa where they used to live, living like a couple, though it was just a body that would never respond to him again.

Mu Wanwan felt that Bo Sichan

Mad, because of losing.

I never thought that Bo Sihan would end up like this.

Mu Wanwan originally thought that Bo Sichan would keep going crazy like this, until half a year later, Bo Sichan's subordinates brought all the people he had killed to the villa.

"Wanwan, aren't you lonely being alone?" In the morning, Bo Sichan was as usual, changing his clothes and makeup.

But this time, he put on a pure white wedding dress for Mu Wanwan, and he also wore a white tuxedo.

This was Mu Wanwan's first time seeing Bo Sihan in a tuxedo. He was naturally handsome, the kind of beauty that blurred everything else. His eyebrows and eyes were especially sharp, making people feel intimidated.

"Wǎnwǎn, we'll be reunited soon, so you won't have to be afraid of loneliness anymore." Bó sīhán whispered softly in Shī's ear, like a deep murmur between people.

Next, Mu Wanwan saw Bo Sichan push something that was placed on the chair out.

A few people who were tied up in the living room looked at Bo Sihan and the chair he was pushing, as if they had seen a ghost!

It's a pity they were sealed and could only shake their heads desperately, making whimpering sounds.

Mu Wanwan saw that Bo Sichan had dismissed the idle people, then took out a small bomb detonator.

"No!" As Mu Wanwan's heart-wrenching cry echoed, Bo Sichan pressed the trigger in his hand without hesitation.

Bang.

With a deafening roar, Mu Wanwan's world plunged back into darkness.

(The End)

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