My girlfriend is a psychic [entertainment circle]

This is a cemetery.

Desolation, darkness, revealed an indescribable taste.

"What is a man who sees the happiness and purpose of life in eating, sleeping, and sleeping? He is nothing more than a brute! God made us to talk like this, to look forward and backward, and of course we should make use of it." This ability and the sharp reason which he has bestowed upon us, let them not be wasted."

In line with the sweet and soft voice, the woman standing on the cemetery has a young and beautiful face, and her eyes are full of tenderness.

"To be or not to be, this is a question worthy of consideration, which of these two acts is more noble?"

Standing opposite her was a man in a white shirt, different from the appearance of ordinary Korean men, with deep facial features and beautiful caramel eyes.

"Hamlet is an admirable work, but it's a pity that I can't be there in person to cheer for you."

The woman's expression is very regretful

The man paused, "It's okay, I'll let someone else record the video for me."

The woman immediately became happy, "That's great." She glanced at the sky above her head, "It's getting late, Anthony, you should go back, or you'll catch a cold."

Anthony: "...Okay, then I'll come see you tomorrow."

The woman nodded with a smile.

After the man's back completely disappeared from her sight, the woman immediately turned into a wisp of black smoke, lingering around her tombstone, and gradually dissipated.

A string of beautiful curlicues are printed on the tombstone in English: Rosamund

……

February passed quickly, and Qi Qi was still wearing Song Weier's skin, running between the Song family villa and Qingyu Pavilion.

Although she lost her body, things like spiritual power are still with her soul. Not long ago, Qi Qi blocked Jin Nanjun in a fit of anger. In fact, she regretted it the second time she was blacked out, but she didn't want to. She slapped her in the face too quickly, so she could only hold her mobile phone and secretly wait for Jin Nanjun to add her back.

Fortunately, the opponent's speed is also quite fast. After Jin Nanjun was fooled by the lame excuse of slipping his hand, Qi Qi began to worry about the soul transformation again.

In fact, when I think about it later, my original behavior was too unreasonable. Jin Nanjun is her destined person, and it is impossible to be with other people. Why are you so jealous.

It's so ignorant!It should be punished!

It's just... It's been almost a month, and she still can't be herself.

"When the time comes, I will naturally switch back."

Hey, when did that dead old man say it...

After that, another week passed, and the opportunity that Qi Qi had been looking forward to day and night finally came to his door on his own initiative.

That was a handsome and very special man.

"Miss Qi Qi, hello, my name is Han Zeyu."

Qi Qi: ...Wow, this little mixed race brother is so handsome.

Han Zeyu lives with his father Han Chengdao in a villa on the outskirts of Seoul. It is not so much a villa as a castle, with a strong Gothic atmosphere.

Soaring minarets, pointed arches, large windows and beautiful stained glass...

Qi Qi: ...I always feel that I have come to Europe in the last century.

When we arrived at the villa, it was already dark. Han Zeyu suggested that Qi Qi go around and familiarize himself with the environment, and then went to the study to report the situation to his father.

The girl wandered around the villa, and then ran outside the villa to start strolling. This is a large garden full of red roses. Qi Qi walked over with great interest. Suddenly, the screen changed and the garden was gone. , the roses are gone, and some are just a desolate cemetery.

This cemetery is very special. There is only one tombstone standing in such a huge area, and a woman stands beside the tombstone.

She was wearing a long red dress with complex styles, and the moon shrouded her, making her whole body glow.

Qi Qi walked over directly.

Qi Qi: "Hello."

The woman smiled, "Hello."

Qi Qi: "You look very young."

As far as face is concerned, she is more like a young and immature girl, but Qi Qi knows that she cannot be defined by the age of ordinary people.

"My name is Rosamund, but I don't know how old I was when I died."

Qi Qi was silent.

Rosamund: "They rarely let guests stay so late."

Qi Qi smiled: "Probably because I am a special guest."

Rosamund smiled very gently, "Indeed, you don't look afraid of me at all, of course, I won't hurt you."

Qi Qi: "You are beautiful."

Rosamund: "What is evil is beautiful."

Qi Qi shook his head, "No, words like evil shouldn't be used to describe you."

Rosamund reached out and touched Qi Qi's hair. Her palm was cold, but Qi Qi didn't feel disgusted.

"I like you very much, little girl, what's your name?"

Qi Qi: "Qi Qi."

Rosamund tilted his head slightly: "Are you Chinese?"

Qi Qi: "Yes."

Rosamund: "Nice to meet you, Qi Qi, may I call you Molly?"

Qi Qi: "Molly?"

"Yeah, I see you as if I saw Jasmine."

Rosamund smiles softly

"You are as beautiful as Jasmine."

Qi Qi lowered her head shyly, "Thank you, I like this name very much."

Rosamund: "It's fine if you like it, but it's already night, you should go back, the night in the cemetery is very cold."

Qi Qi: "But I don't feel cold, do you feel cold when you are here?"

Rosamund smiled and shook his head, "Devils can't feel hot and cold, it's the same in life, and it's the same after death."

"Son, you should go."

Qi Qi should indeed leave, because Han Zeyu appeared behind her.

Rosamund: "Go straight ahead and you can get out."

Qi Qi nodded.

Then, the girl's back gradually disappeared into the cemetery.

Rosamund has been gently looking at the direction where Qi Qi left until he can no longer see the girl's back

"I really like her."

Han Zeyu: "Does she make you feel warm?"

Rosamund: "Why would you ask such a question?"

Han Zeyu: "...I just hope you are happy."

Rosamund: "Well, if you say so, I seem to be quite happy."

"Honey, is that girl's identity very unusual?"

Han Zeyu: "...she is here to help you."

Rosamund was silent for a while, "I thought you would want me to stay here with you all the time."

Han Zeyu lowered his head slightly: "I can't be so selfish, you should go to the place that really belongs to you."

Rosamund smiled softly, "Beside you is the place I most want to be."

Han Zeyu raised his head, "Then why have you never wanted to see your father?"

Rosamund didn't speak. She moved her eyes to the distance, with a nostalgic expression on her face, "I remember that the roses in the manor always bloomed very beautifully, unlike the cemetery, which is desolate and empty."

"In the beginning, besides roses, there were many other beautiful flowers, but after seeing the beauty of so many different varieties, I was really fascinated by the beauty of roses the most." She smiled at Han Zeyu, "If there are If I have time, I will go to the manor to see the roses."

Han Zeyu: "..."

He sighed barely audibly.

Rosamund: "It's late at night, you should go back."

Han Zeyu: "...I'll come see you tomorrow."

Rosamund smiled and shook his head: "Since there are guests coming, you should spend more time with them."

Han Zeyu: "...Okay, I see."

Rosamund didn't lie to her, and kept walking, and the cemetery turned back into the garden again. Qi Qi didn't go back to the villa, but stood there, waiting for Han Zeyu to come out.

Soon, she waited.

The man who walked towards her under the moonlight was so beautiful that he didn't look like a living person.

Yes, beautiful.

This is the first time Qi Qi used it to describe a man.

The moonlight shrouded him, the man's face was expressionless, and there was a fascinating sense of coldness in his whole body.

He's glowing too, just like Rosamund.

What is evil is always beautiful because it is deadly.

Han Zeyu stopped and looked at the girl in front of him with great interest. He knew his handsomeness very well, and in the night, this handsomeness would be magnified many times. He had seen many kinds of eyes, either stunning, obsessed, or greedy , but no one's gaze is as pure as this girl's, with only the purest appreciation.

On the way back to the villa, neither of them spoke. Han Zeyu arranged a room on the second floor for Qi Qi. When the girl just walked in, he suddenly spoke——

"In the future, you should still call me Anthony, this is the name my mother chose for me."

Qi Qi didn't say anything, just nodded silently.

Although it was a room for guests to live in, it was also decorated exquisitely. Even though he had seen all kinds of rich people, Qi Qi still had to sigh silently.

It's nice to be rich...

The shape of the bed was not very special, but it was very soft. Qi Qi lay on it, and almost instantly, that kind of comfort completely surrounded her, feeling like sleeping in a cloud.

It should be a good dream...

I want to dream of Namjoon!

Han Zeyu came to the study.

The Go on the shelf, the oil painting on the wall, and the vase standing in the corner, these are all items with stories, which are handed down from generation to generation by his ancestors, like a kind of Habits, they like to keep some meaningful old things.

Any item that carries time has its unique value.

For example... the pocket watch that Han Chengdao was playing with.

Han Chengdao: "The guest has already fallen asleep?"

Han Zeyu: "Yes."

Han Chengdao stood up, walked to the window, and looked out at the rose garden

"She has seen your mother."

Han Zeyu: "...En."

Han Chengdao stopped talking.

The pocket watch lay quietly on the desk. It was a very delicate pocket watch with complicated rose patterns engraved on the front.

It was a broken pocket watch.

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Qi Qi's body will be replaced soon~