Yu Dongxi died, and when she opened her eyes again, she found herself in the underworld, working as a contract employee with a monthly salary of 3,500 yuan.

The sky was a dark black, with no warmth. Amidst the hazy mist, she saw a tall man dressed in a black long coat, holding a red umbrella. His demeanor was elegant and aloof, like a messenger sent to collect souls.

In that instant, Yu Dongxi understood what it meant to feel that “when I fell in love with him, I didn’t even see his face clearly.”

Finally, Yu Dongxi saw the man under the umbrella clearly.

Oh, it turned out to be her ex-boyfriend who had died many years ago.

Now, he was her superior in the underworld.

The day they reunited, the mist in the underworld turned into rain, drenching them thoroughly.

Qiu Sui stubbornly held up the umbrella to shield Yu Dongxi from the rain. But now, Yu Dongxi no longer feared getting wet.

—

When Yu Dongxi and Qiu Sui broke up, it wasn’t a dignified separation. Yu Dongxi had always pursued dignity in her life, but all her face was lost in the breakup.

But the one who was truly undignified was Qiu Sui.

That day, when Yu Dongxi caught him in the act, the snow was falling heavily.

That day, Qiu Sui also held an umbrella, but it was to shield another girl from the wind and snow.

“What do you want? I’ll compensate you,” he said.

“I want you to die!” she retorted.

Of course, it ended unhappily. Yu Dongxi became the tragic heroine of a love story gone wrong, while Qiu Sui, like countless male protagonists in wish-fulfillment stories, embraced his beauty and succeeded in his career.

But it was a pity. Yu Dongxi’s words became a prophecy, and Qiu Sui died at the prime of his life.

—

As for this superior who was also her childhood friend, Yu Dongxi thought that even though they had an unpleasant history, since they were both dead, they could let bygones be bygones and keep their distance.

But Qiu Sui, like a vicious dog, refused to let her go.

“Let’s stay friends,” he said.

“Who wants to be friends with you?” she snapped.

“Can’t be friends? Fine, we can part on good terms, can’t we?”

“Who wants to part on good terms with you?”

Yu Dongxi was speechless. She was the victim, so why did Qiu Sui look like the one who had been hurt?

“Then what do you want?”

What Yu Dongxi didn’t know was that in Qiu Sui’s heart, his love for her had always been pathological.

I’m madly obsessed with you.

The control and extreme possessiveness I feel toward you, I’m sorry, but I can’t help it. I will bind you and make you accept me.

I am always proud and self-respecting, but when it comes to you, I can only be pathetic and beg you like a dog.

Your every breath makes my heart race uncontrollably. I’ve seen your miserable side, your selfishness, I know your flaws and darkness, but I love you. I can’t live without you.