every soul loves you

It is his king.

Always let him feel at ease.

Obviously I want to say that you don't have to be strong, but I can only say that it's good to carry it alone.

He didn't know anyone else who could see the fragility of the messenger's heart, and he had no one to trust.

What should I do, Ambassador.

"Go to sleep for a while, you should be tired." The ghost said to the messenger.

"Hmm..." The envoy closed his eyes.

There are so many tears in my eyes that it hurts when I close them.

But he didn't sleep. He grabbed the ghost's clothes with his hands, trying to hold back the tears that kept falling.

The Messenger changed into his uniform, and the Ghost buttoned and capped him.

"Let's go."

"Brother Yan..." the emissary cried out sadly, extremely reluctant to let go.

Jin Ling smiled, his eyes sparkling, he turned his head away, and after calming down, he said to the messenger, "Don't do this, I finally made up my mind. It's fine now, it's better than breaking up with us."

The messenger also smiled and talked about the past, "I remember when you laughed at me for being timid, but you still told me ghost stories."

"Yeah, because you look so cute when you're frightened, I... want to hug you very much after seeing it." The ghost admitted frankly.

"Well, that's fine."

The words of the messengers and ghosts are illogical, but it seems that their time will increase by one minute and one second.

rooftop.

Park Zhongyuan was already standing there with his evil ghost gang, waiting for them.

When the ghost's sword is pulled out, he will not disappear immediately, but this is when he is most vulnerable, Park Zhongyuan will take this opportunity to kill him.

In order to prevent something from happening, Park Zhongyuan brought the whole evil ghost gang.

Dozens of evil spirits have disheveled hair, hideous faces, and their bodies are emitting a long green light in the night.

"General Jin." Park Zhongyuan sneered and called.

"Ningchen." Jin Yu almost gritted his teeth when he said these two words.

"The traitor...hahahaha, it's you, right, Li'er?"

When the envoy heard this address, he felt chills all over his body.

"Park Zhongyuan, I will kill you!"

"Just you guys? What will you use to kill me?"

"This sword!" Jin Yu roared.

"Hahaha, pull out the sword, and you will die."

As soon as Park Zhongyuan waved his hand, the evil ghost gang rushed towards the two of them.

"Park Zhongyuan!"

"Park Zhongyuan!"

"Park Zhongyuan!"

Suddenly there were several screams in the air, Park Zhongyuan looked around, and saw a dozen hell messengers in black clothes and hats suddenly appearing on the rooftop.

It is the messenger group.

Park Zhongyuan was not only not afraid, but found it very interesting, and laughed loudly, "Is it up to you?"

The messenger group and the evil ghost gang fought together.

"Li'er!" Jin Yu didn't know what was going on.

"Draw your sword, Brother Yu." The envoy didn't explain.

Jin Ling's face was serious at first, but he looked at the messenger and suddenly relaxed, "Come."

The envoy held the hilt of the golden sword, and the sword, which was originally nothing but blue flames, became a reality at this moment. The envoy exerted force with both hands, and the sword moved!

Jin Ling leaned forward, and blood spewed out of his mouth, splashing on the messenger's hands and face.

With the movement of the sword, blood dripped from the chest and fell to the ground, speckled.

He was trembling with pain, and finally fell to his knees on the ground.

When Park Zhongyuan saw the appearance of the ghost, he couldn't stop laughing, his plot was about to succeed!

The blood of the ghost was dripping from the messenger's face, and seeing the pain of the ghost, he was devouring his heart like ten thousand ants, but his hand didn't stop!

And the ghost took a deep breath, his eyes were like fire, he stared at the messenger closely.

He has no afterlife, only this last time.

Suddenly, the messenger had tears in his eyes but a smile on his mouth. He said, "Brother, God said you would not die, but he didn't say that you would be in pain..."

what?

The sword is about to be drawn out of Jin Ling's body!

Jin Ling suddenly wanted to reach out and wipe the blood on the messenger's face.

The messenger drew his sword completely, and he smiled and said, "I love you."

Then he turned around, leaving only the back of Jin Yu walking further and further away.

This scene is so familiar, it was the same way 900 years ago, Jin Ling completely lost him.

A thought flashed across him, he wanted to rush forward to stop all this, but was held down by two hell messengers.

"Put—poof—"

Another mouthful of blood.

"Wang Li!" A shrill cry pierced the night sky, but was soon lost in the night.

At the moment when Wang Li stabbed the sword into Pu Zhongyuan's heart, he turned his head and took a look at Jin Yu.

A thousand years at a glance.

Wang Li smiled at him.

To die together with the evil spirits was the suggestion he made with the headquarters.

But without the golden sword, he couldn't do all of this.

God is on his side this time, so...

He can, for him.

Bro:

If you can hear it.

I am sorry.

I did too many wrong things in my previous life. I didn't make a good king, and I didn't learn to be a good person who loves you. In the end, I even gave up on myself. I must have disappointed you.

As the messenger of hell, I have been tasting my punishment, waiting for the punishment to come, but I didn't want to wait for you, let alone that you are my biggest and heaviest punishment.

Fortunately, in this life, I am no longer a king, and you are no longer a subject. I can finally decide my own destiny and atone for my previous life.

You once said, "Listen to me this time, and you will always listen to me in the future." Unexpectedly, I heard this sentence.

At that time, I wondered how could there be a person like you in the world, like a piece of chewing gum, lingering on people.

Only after I found my memory did I realize that God had heard my hidden desire.

—I hope you will never forget me.

—I want you to fall in love with me first.

So, my general, just listen to me this time, and forgive me for being so capricious and selfish.

Goodbye, General.

Seeing Wang Li's smile, Jin Yu felt relieved and sad.

Blood and tears covered Jin's body.

He knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly, all his hearing and vision were taken away by Wang Li.

All the remaining strength was used to say what he had said while kneeling in front of the temple.

Wang Li didn't hear those four words.

"Chen, I never have two hearts..."

☆, end

Dehua felt that since his lovely uncle left, his whole person suddenly showed his actual age, and he really became an old man over 900 years old.

He doesn't have gray hair, nor does he have wrinkled face, but he is old, he has lost all vitality, he is not interested in anything, even the eyeballs don't move, and his eyes are dull all day long, like a sick man I am sorry, have not seen the light for a long time and have left the society.Apart from the necessary washing, he no longer has superfluous activities.

He seemed to spend his whole life in the messenger's bed.

Oh, no, he's going to spend... the rest of the countless days in the messenger's bed.

A month ago, Dehua received a call from Jin Yu, but the voice was not his. The voice asked politely, "Hi, are you grandson?"

Fuck your grandson.

As soon as Dehua heard that he was not a golden man, he said presumptuously, "I am your uncle."

"Oh, sir, hello."

Dehua: "..."

The caller said anxiously, "Excuse me, do you know ghosts? He is currently in a human hospital and seems to be dying..."

"Who are you?" De Hua questioned as soon as he heard that he was a liar. It must be that his uncle's mobile phone was dropped and picked up by someone, and it became a tool of fraud.

"I am, I can't say... The ghost's heartbeat and breathing are all gone. Would you like to come over and take a look? It's not convenient for us to deal with this matter."

It was only then that Dehua felt that something was wrong. The caller just called was a ghost. If the ghost's phone was dropped, it would not reveal his identity. It became more and more real, and more and more frightening.

"Which hospital?" Dehua's voice became unsteady.

"XX hospital."

"I'll be right there."

A man in black with a black hat in his hand was sitting at the door of the emergency room waiting for Liu Dehua. He was very familiar with this attire. When he saw this outfit, Dehua had to lean on the wall and walk away.

He noticed that the hell messenger's eyes were red, as if he had just cried.

The junior hell messenger stood up and said, "I'm sorry, the doctor just said that the ghost is... hopeless."

Dehua's legs softened, he supported the bench, and grinned, "Are you kidding, ghosts are immortal, it's common sense!"

The messenger of hell bowed his head and remained silent.

"Where's my lovely uncle? Where's my uncle? Where is he?"

The messenger of hell sniffed, "He...in order to kill the evil spirit..."

Dehua's body tilted, his buttocks brushed against the bench, and fell towards the ground.

He murmured, "Impossible..."

Should go to collect the corpse for the ghost.

But Dehua couldn't stand up from the ground.

At this moment, a doctor yelled at them, "The patient named Ah Kuai is alive again!"

A surge of divine power penetrated Dehua's body, he rushed to the emergency room, and then saw an astonishing scene.

The ghost is crying.

He covered his eyes with his hands, opened his chest indifferently, grinned, and howled like a wounded beast.

Everyone in the emergency room looked dumbfounded.

De Hua was also dumbfounded.

It is also common sense that ghosts cannot cry.

He remembered a book he had read, which said, "People will die of grief."

So, the ghost, in fact, was dead by then.

Chairman Liu's health is deteriorating, and it becomes Dehua's job to take care of the ghosts.

He also began to learn to clean up the house for ghosts.

But this big house is empty, and the ghosts don't seem to exist, there is really nothing to clean up.

In addition to staying in the messenger's room, the ghosts would occasionally stand in a daze on the balcony, in the kitchen, or sit in the sun room, giggling, or looking at their mobile phones and crying.

until one day.

The ghost rushed to Dehua's house. He was about to open an action movie when the ghost slipped away from the computer premise.

"Liu Dehua, where's the book?"

De Hua tugged at the collar that was picked up, and asked, "What book?"

"The Messenger's!"

Dehua was confused, and he didn't clean up his lovely uncle's room, "Huh?"

"That black one!"

It's black...it seems to be the case.

"Here I am. You put it in your pocket and I take it to the dry cleaner and I take it out."

The ghost was visibly relieved.

That was what the envoy wrote to Li Hyuk.

In fact, it's more like a soliloquy.

Ghosts = Yunnan Baiyao?

The ghost almost kissed me.

The ghost has learned invisibility.

Got the ghost story...he's the general.

The ghost changed a whole house of flowers for me.

The ghost wept.

I'm about to break up with the ghost... because, I'm Wang Li.

Bro, I'm sorry.

On the last page, there are a few dried water spots on the paper.

The ghost held the messenger's notes tightly on his chest, and he finally dressed like a normal ghost that day. He said, "Dehua, I'm leaving."

"Uncle, where are you going?"

"Go anywhere, as long as it's not here."

The ghost later went to a very distant place, and he no longer used any door, so he came as slowly as he could.

Time, it doesn't matter, what he lacks most is time.

The ghost has been gone for half a year.

Suddenly one day, Dehua received a call from him, "Dehua, I'm coming back."

"what?"

"The envoy is coming back soon."

"Huh?" Didn't the lovely uncle... sacrifice his life for righteousness?

Wait... Could it be... the envoy is not dead?

Then what are you doing every day as if you are about to die.

"See you tomorrow."

"Uh, good."

The two uncles were coming back, and Dehua was also happy, so he seized the time and went to clean the ghost's house.

But the next day, Dehua didn't see the ghost or the messenger.

Just received a call from the ghost again, and the ghost said, "Dehua, he forgot about me."

Amnesia?What a sad story, Dehua tried hard to feel the loss of the ghost, and was ready to organize words to comfort his uncle.

But unexpectedly, after the ghost finished saying this, he suddenly burst into laughter, "Dehua, I can chase him again!"

At this time, the emissary who was standing in front of the window wiping the cup was angry at what the man said just now.

That person just now was a ghost.

He read it right, it looked exactly the same as in the information, and it could be seen through the wall.

But it's not the same.

The ghosts in the materials are arrogant and conceited. He just said that his hat is dirty, but it is so.

But what the messenger didn't understand was that after the ghost said this, a line of tears rolled down from the corner of the ghost's eyes.

Ok?

In order to maintain the authenticity and rationality of the envoy's information, the envoy thought of the most reasonable reason.

Probably...sand got in the eye.

☆, 40

"Sir, your coffee."

"Oh, thank you."

The messenger smiled at the waiter, and immediately recovered his calm look.

Why did he just promise the ghost that he would have a cup of coffee with him? Isn't this kind of person supposed to have nothing to do with each other forever?

Although he was smiling to himself now.

But this kind of smile is not like a polite smile to strangers. He smiled so much that his eight teeth were exposed, and the corners of his mouth were grinning to the roots of his ears. It is very uncomfortable to look up and meet the upper eye.

That look... I don't know if it's because I'm superstitious, why I look at him so sexually.

The envoy lowered his head and bit his straw to drink his coffee, but did not look up.

The ghost asked for something, but he didn't urge him, so the messenger drank the whole cup of coffee.

The ghost heard the barking sound from the messenger at the end of his suction.

Oops, drank it all.

The messenger had a straw in his lips, and his head was still lowered, so he had to roll his eyelids up vigorously, trying to see if the ghost was still staring at him.

The ghost laughed even harder.

He said, "Would you like another drink?"

The messenger had no choice, he cleared his throat, straightened his waist, sat upright, and asked, "You said you have something to ask for, what is it?"

The ghost also stopped laughing, and replied, "I have a nephew who is obsessed with games all day long and doesn't think about making progress. Can you delete his memory about games? He is the heir of the family, and he can't just be destroyed like this."

"Sorry, I can't." The envoy didn't even think about it, he wouldn't do anything that violated discipline.

"No." The ghost nodded and repeated.

What's the reaction?

The messenger thought that he would coerce and lure him to delete his nephew's memory.

"May I remember your mobile phone number?" The ghost looked at the messenger expectantly.

Hey, the tone of inquiry, not "what's your phone number," when did ghosts become polite?

"We don't have cell phones..."

Before the messenger finished speaking, he saw the ghost taking a box from his side, and then he opened the box, and inside was a black smartphone. The messenger was a TV show lover, and he had seen many advertisements. I know it, and it seems to be the latest model.

The messenger looked at the phone, then at the ghost.

Where did you get it all from?

The ghost explained, "I'm currently studying the laws and regulations of the Ministry of Hell, so as not to cause trouble for you in the future. I don't understand some problems, so I want to seek personal advice. Don't get me wrong. My home is in your jurisdiction, so it is most convenient to find you. of."

The ghost pushed the mobile phone in front of the messenger, "In the modern age of rapid development of communication technology, the mobile phone has become an essential tool, which can ensure that I can always confirm with you whether it conforms to your rules when I want to "do something wrong". For the ghost To live in harmony with the messenger of hell, please accept this phone."

Please?

The Messenger was really an eye-opener today.

Before he had time to say anything, the ghost remembered something again and said, "Oh, by the way, only I know your number, so don't worry about receiving harassing calls. Saved a lot."

After the ghost finished speaking, he looked like he was waiting for you to praise me.

The messenger turned his head slightly, frowning slightly.

There is nothing to be courteous, and it is either a traitor or a thief.

"Where is it, I am not a rape or a thief, I just want to 'reform evil and return to righteousness'."

"really?"

It would be a great thing if ghosts would no longer interfere in the fate of mankind.

"En." The ghost nodded emphatically, with the determination of the prodigal son to turn back.

"That's it first, I'll call you if there's anything to do." The ghost stood up, picked up the sunglasses on the table, put them on, and smiled at the messenger again.

It is already summer now, and the ghost is wearing an orange short-sleeved shirt and a watch on his left wrist. His skin is not white, but it is a healthy wheat complexion. When he laughs, even sunglasses can't stop him The sunlight from the corners of his eyes, and the exposed teeth are white and neat, which can completely endorse toothbrush and toothpaste advertisements.

The messenger's heart moved inexplicably.

"Okay." He took his eyes off the ghost and said, staring at the coffee.

The ghost wanted to say, "How about having dinner together later?"

But haste makes waste, and he eventually gave up on the idea.

The ghost wears a watch on his left hand, and the messenger looks at his left hand, "Why is it a bracelet?"

He didn't want to know anymore. The Sanshen doctor who treated him said that his memory was completely lost during the fight with the evil ghost gang.

What good memories does the Hell Messenger have, just lose it if you lose it.

Because of his great contribution to the Ministry of Hell, the messenger got a bonus and rented a house with a decent environment.

After the messenger got the phone back, he put it aside and concentrated on his work.

"where are you

i will find you

i will recognize you

No matter where you are

Regardless of the appearance change or not..."

The sudden ringtone of the mobile phone scared the emissary to drop his pen.

The word "ghost" jumped on the screen.

He deftly slid to the answer button.

"Hello."

"A... messenger. Are you working?"

The messenger wondered how the ghost knew he was working, but didn't think much about it, "Hmm."

"I have a question."

"Go ahead."

"Will you be free tomorrow?"

"I don't need tomorrow, I can do it now." The envoy looked at the five-page report he was going to write tonight, and said.

"That's my question, are you free tomorrow? I'd like to treat you to coffee."

The envoy's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, even he himself found it inconceivable, "No time."

"What about the day after tomorrow?"

The envoy thought for a while and replied, "It can be done the day after tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll find you. See you later."

The messenger stared blankly at the blacked-out phone screen.

what's the situation?Is there anything you can't say now?Why did I agree to go out with him?And what about that vague expectation?

Ah going crazy.

Write a report.

Work makes me happy.

The messenger had coffee with the ghost as promised.

Just like last time, he still lowered his head and drank by himself, but what was different from last time was that last time he didn't want to talk to ghosts from the bottom of his heart.This time I didn't know what to say, I was afraid of embarrassment, and I was afraid of leaving him with a stupid impression.

. .Wait, why should you care about your own image in his heart?

This time, the ghost didn’t close his mouth happily like a crazy person. He was silent for a while, and finally the two talked about the regulations of the Ministry of Hell. The question of which level of hell to enter, which is often confused by their hell messengers, the ghosts actually remembered all of them.

Fortunately, the envoy is good at business, so the question of ghosts can't trouble him.

However, is it necessary to talk so professionally?

Later, the two changed from drinking coffee and chatting about majors to watching movies and chatting about dog blood dramas.

The messenger didn't know that the ghost was also a TV fan, and he had watched all the dramas he wanted to make up, and most importantly, he was a VIP member of all video sites.

But the emissary didn't want to just rub the members like this, so the emissary took the money for the two of them drinking coffee, and the ghost didn't say anything, as if it was a tacit agreement.

The messenger gave their relationship a clear definition, "playmates".

They are a kind of friends, but they are not that close. They just want to get together and chat about the latest plot when they are free.

However, whenever the messenger misses the ghost, small pink flowers will grow on his bracelet.

"Where are you..." The familiar ringtone of the mobile phone.

It's a ghost.

The messenger didn't answer it immediately, as if he valued such a number one person too much, he pursed his lips and waited until the bell rang for a while before answering.

"Hello." In a steady tone, as a "drama friend" should have.

"Hello...we are here at xx bar, the owner of the phone is drunk here, can you..."

"Ah? Oh yes, where is it?"

The waiter reported the location.

He looked at the man lying on the bar and patted him on the shoulder.

The ghost raised his head drunkenly.

"Sir, I've called the person marked 'Baby'."

The ghost raised his eyebrows, his eyes were not focused at all, and he asked, "Did you hit?"

"Yes, that...sir...will be here soon." The waiter didn't expect it to be a gentleman.

There are only three numbers in the man's address book, "President Liu, grandson, baby."

President Liu looked like a big shot at first glance, and this man might be President Liu's subordinate or something, so he couldn't let the president pick him up.

The grandson saw that he was someone he hated, maybe he was an enemy, and when he came, he had to take revenge while he was drunk, let alone call him.

Only "baby" looked pleasing to the eye, don't think about it, this must be a lover, but the man who answered the phone was a man, and the waiter was a little surprised.

"Okay, thank you." The man smirked, and fell headlong after laughing.

. . . . . .

The messenger folded his arms and stared at the ghost.

What a beautiful man.

The waiter looked a little dazed.

He heard "Baby" let out a sigh of relief, and then leaned against the man's ear, shouting, "Hey! Monster!"

You can't call ghosts directly in front of humans.

The waiter thought that the man who had fallen asleep raised his head and looked at the person who was coming. After seeing it clearly, he laughed, "Ashi, you are here."

Ambassador?

Is it that close?

"Go home, where is your home?"

The ghost shook his head, his face was drunk, his cheeks were red on both sides, he pouted like a wronged child, "There is no home."

The messenger knew that the ghost was completely drunk.

But he didn't expect the ghost to be so drunk.

The ghost suddenly hugged the messenger's waist and said, "Ashi, I miss you so much..."

As for what, didn't we meet yesterday and watched a movie together?

The waiter was stunned.

The messenger had no choice but to break the ghost's arm, but he couldn't. He had to say to the waiter first, "Sorry, I still need a little time."

"It's okay..." It's just right to watch a play.

The messenger took a step back. He wanted to let the ghost sitting on the chair stop, but unexpectedly, the ghost's brain didn't have this kind of consciousness at all. He slid off the chair directly following the messenger's pace, and hugged the messenger. The hand at the waist also slid down, hello, this position. .

The ghost's knees were almost touching the ground, and the messenger was a little speechless, "Let's go, I'll take you home."

"Ashi, don't you want me?" The ghost raised his head, his eyes were...

Fuck, what are the ghosts doing!

This plot is so familiar!It seems that I have seen it in some drama!

A man who did nothing was caught by a woman and cried bitterly under the watchful eyes of everyone because she was pregnant with his child...

Ghost this is...

Are you deliberately trying to misunderstand others?

The messenger hurriedly explained to the waiter who had enjoyed watching the show, "Hehe, we don't know each other well..."

The waiter also smiled: Ha ha, yes, you are not familiar with each other, you are just his baby in the phone book.

Finally, with the help of the waiter, the messenger held the ghost on his shoulders, and the two took a taxi and returned to... the messenger's home.

Some people go to sleep drunk, some go crazy drunk, both of which can lock him in a room, but ghosts are the kind of chattering and demanding people.

"Ashi, you stay with me."

"Ashi, I have a headache."

"Ashi, my stomach hurts too..."

The messenger clenched his fist depressedly, but he couldn't hit the ghost with it.

Because the ghost didn't lie, he was really unwell, with a burning stomach.

He curled up on the envoy's bed and called the envoy over and over again, "Ah envoy, don't go...it hurts."

It's summer, and the ghost is not too hot, so he hugged his thin quilt into a ball and pressed it on his stomach.

Of course the good messenger didn't leave. He would try his forehead on the ghost, pour water on him, and be asked to hand in hand to pass on strength.

In the middle of the night, the ghost finally fell asleep. The emissary wanted to pull out the hand he was holding, but when he moved, the ghost suddenly opened his eyes again, as if frightened, "Master, where are you going?"

For some reason, the messenger actually felt a little sad, he coughed, "I didn't go anywhere, go to sleep."

the next day.

The ghost looked at the messenger with two big dark circles under his eyes, and asked with concern, "Messenger, have you stayed up late?"

Hearing the ghost's words, the messenger wanted to cry, "You tossed until three o'clock last night, why should I sleep?"

The ghost remembered that he was drunk, and that the waiter called the messenger, but he couldn't remember anything after that.

He jumped up from the bed all at once, "I... Did I torment you?"

The envoy glared at him, "You are drunk and have been talking all night."

"Oh, so that's how it is." The ghost is at ease, it's not the time to frighten the messenger away.

"Go to work, go out and buy some breakfast."

"I'll see you off."

"I took a taxi back last night."

"I can use Ren... and take a taxi back." The ghost touched his head.

"No, oh, why did you drink so much last night?"

"Because, happy."

"Huh?" What's the thing that makes a thousand-year-old ghost happy?Have a new love?So I was just a so-called loyal "friend" who brought him back?The messenger guessed wildly.

"Messenger, do you have time tonight, I want to be with you..."

The envoy was annoyed by the thought just now, and suddenly said coldly, "I have something to do."

What the hell is the relationship between drama friends?

What is it to tease and hang people like this?

When I was drunk, I thought of myself.

The more you think, the more angry you are.

"Ah..." The ghost could feel the change in the messenger's attitude all at once.

So... what the hell happened last night?

"Ashi..."

"Don't call me out, why are you being so intimate? You and I are just drinking coffee and watching movies. You can do these things with someone else! Don't come to me in the future, I'm very busy recently."

In order to go out to watch a movie with the ghost, is it easy for him to come back and work overtime until the wee hours of the morning?

The envoy felt a little regretful when he went out, because of such a simple relationship, he has no right to lose his temper at ghosts.

Forget it, it's over.

Nasty, the wrists are blooming again.

The emissary got angry and pulled the bracelet, trying to break it, but unexpectedly, the bracelet was so strong that the emissary couldn't break it. Moreover, what kind of bracelet is it, why is there no place to untie it!

The messenger stood by the roadside and wiped his eyes with his palm.

Even the bracelet bullied him!

"Fool."

Ghostly voice.

is he here

The messenger didn't even look at it, he quickly took his hands from his eyes, and walked forward quickly, but was stopped by a person.

"Shall I lend you my sunglasses?"

"Get out of the way."

"How about not flashing?"

The messenger then bypassed the ghost.

"Emissary!"

The messenger didn't look back.

"It's you."

The messenger stopped.

"The reason I'm happy is you, you can't change."

The messenger turned around and looked at the ghost for no reason.

"Fool."

The ghost rushed up, hugged the messenger, and quickly kissed the messenger's face.

The messenger belatedly touched the place where the ghost kissed, "Hello!"

"Hey... I love you."