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Waking up again when there was some confused sense of unreal, ShangYu was surprised, he never know that even ghosts needed sleep.

Memory led him to the library, and he watches as the young ShiWen walked through him to reach for that "he", even the air was full of the rich, evocative smell of red wine. Uncontrollably, he followed ShiWen, muffling his footstep. The teen's spark of smile is like the light of finely. ShangYu blinked away the fog in his eyes, and followed behind him, lightly. Even though he knows that no one will ever see him, every time ShiWen turned around, he still subconsciously panics.

ShangYu followed them on the tarred road of Imperial High. Their neat school uniform was dazzling white under the sun. Looking at the sweat on his forehead, even though he knew that was no use, he still couldn't help but hurry up a few steps, reaching out and trying to twirl away from the crystal drops of sweats on ShiWen's forehead.

The fingers, unexpectedly, passed through his body without touching a trace.

He looked into ShiWen's eyes and felt lost. He silently cried as he run through him. He thought of the time he had finally dreamed about ShiWen before he died, the slight smile on his face and the body that was about to fall when the wind blew, ShangYu held out his hand to him, but he did not take it.

ShangYu watched as ShiWen chased that "him" further and further, and was about to disappear into the teaching building. ShangYu suddenly did not dare to chase up.

Why chase after him, to see with your own eyes how you hurt the teen? To see others isolate him because of your attitude?

ShangYu did not have the courage and was sure that ShiWen was not willing to see him again--- Even if it was just a dream.

He squatted slowly on the sunbaked road, tiredness gradually spread across his body. The abyss of despair haunted him, wrapping him up even after his death, he looked at his transparent palm, suddenly he couldn't catch his breath, so he sat down under a tree beside him.

And then, he falls deeply asleep.

Waking up this time, he felt different. There was no longer this unsettling confusion of a lonely soul, but a strange kind of realness. ShangYu opened his eyes---above him was a ceiling carved with intricate patterns, he suddenly understand where the strangeness came from.

He had fallen asleep under the tree, but now he was lying on a soft bed. That's not even all---Shang Yu raised his hand, clenching and loosening it, and then he looked at the mattress he was covered with.

He could touch things.

ShangYu's brain went blank for a second with this newfound ability.

"hmm..." There seems to be another person in the room, the small whine made ShangYu's body stiffen. He instinctively held his breath, slowly turning over, not wanting to accidentally wake whoever was beside him

The warm-colored bedside lamp was still on beside the bed, the person lying next to him was asleep, tired and harmless. His angular face was shadowed by the warm yellow halo. ShangYu's brain went blank again, looking at ShiWen whose lying beside him. He covered his mouth and cry silently.

It was only after a while of crying that the convulsions on his body could be stopped, ShangYu looked at him with a pair of swollen eyes, as if trying to make sure of something, and he gently stroked ShiWen's chin.

It's not a dream, nor a ghost.

He's alive. ShiWen is alive.

ShangYu's hand tightened, he quickly took the man into his arm, messily kissing his cheeks and lips, he gasped, and his tear dropped on ShiWen's face.

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