Loneliness
The Grave We Share
On the third day after being diagnosed with Stomach Cancer, I chose a grave for myself.
They say the feng shui is especially good.
It’s supposed to bless me so that in my next life, I won’t be the real daughter everyone despises.
No one will steal my parents, my brother, or everything else from me.
No longer… unloved.
I burned my photos and clothes, erased every trace of my existence.
Then I slit my wrists, lay down in the bathtub, and waited peacefully for death.
But then the Cemetery Center suddenly called me:
“Miss Lu, we’re terribly sorry.”
“Two Agents accidentally sold the same plot.”
“This grave was also sold to another gentleman.”
“Would you… mind moving your grave?”
Her 1107 Substitute
My wife and I were a couple of influencers with over a million followers.
After she passed away, the account stopped updating.
Until one day, a stranger sent me a private message.
“I look a lot like her.
“I can be her double.”
The Frog Princess
In the Fifth Year of Taiyuan, at the Start of Summer, a princess died in the Beiliang Royal Palace.
And a toad.
Anping was that unfortunate princess.
And I was that unfortunate toad.
Fortunately, since her death, I have become her.
