Echoes of Summer: My Ghostly Sweetheart
Language: en
Midnight. My fiancé’s secretary sent me a provocative, intimate photo. [We went for 4 hours today.] I didn't have time to reply. Because my dead childhood sweetheart, who passed away ten years ago, suddenly appeared in my living room. "Is this your fiancé?" "Tsk... why does he look a little bit like me?"