The Beauty with Terrible Luck Falls in Love with a Ghost - Chapter 11

“Mm…” Zuo Lihua covered her mouth, fragmented sounds escaping through her fingers, beyond her control.

Though it had only been a few times, she realized she seemed to have developed a liking for this.

Han Hai’er was a possessive ghost who wouldn’t allow her mind to wander at such moments. She had to focus all her attention, in fact, she was nearly drowning, wave after wave crashing over her, submerging and swallowing her whole. She was suffocating in it, almost wishing to drown, with no capacity left to think of anything else.

Thanks to this, she could temporarily cast everything aside. She didn’t need to ponder why everyone had abandoned her overnight, nor did she have time to reflect on what kind of joke her life had become after all these years.

Whether it was cowardice or hiding like a turtle in its shell, it didn’t matter. Right now, she just wanted to hide herself away, tucked inside this pitch-dark room, never to emerge, until the whole world forgot her and she died silently.

…Just die.

As the overwhelming climax approached, Zuo Lihua thought hazily.

Let it end like this. Let her life cease at this moment. At least in such a state, she could retain a shred of superficial pleasure. That way, her journey into this world wouldn’t be entirely in vain when she returned.

So, she reached out, weakly wrapping her arms around Han Hai’er’s neck.

“Kill me,” she said, her voice tinged with an unmistakable sob. “Please, kill me. Take me away.”

Han Hai’er stopped moving, her inorganic blue eyes calmly fixed on her.

The sudden suspension left Zuo Lihua dissatisfied. She clung to Han Hai’er’s legs, unconsciously swaying her hips, pouting pitifully. “Why did you stop?”

“Want to die?” Han Hai’er asked.

Zuo Lihua bit her lip, her slender arms covering her eyes. She didn’t speak, but tears streamed down incessantly, dampening the tangled strands of their hair.

Han Hai’er’s hand cupped Zuo Lihua’s face, smearing the moisture across her cheeks.

A faint, almost imperceptible scent filled Zuo Lihua’s nostrils. Realizing what it was, she turned her face away in shame, only to be forcibly turned back, her arms pulled aside.

The other’s unyielding dominance sent shivers through her, leaving her mind blank and trembling.

“Open your eyes. Look at me.”

Following the command, Zuo Lihua opened her eyes. The tears on her lashes were wiped away, and her vision cleared.

“Want to die?” the other repeated.

Zuo Lihua parted her lips slightly, taking small breaths. As the blankness faded, her awareness gradually returned. A trace of unwillingness flickered between her brows, and she hesitated, unsure whether to answer or not.

Han Hai’er lowered her gaze, her raven-feather lashes casting shadows under her eyes, obscuring their expression.

Her hand moved slowly, damp and deliberate, accurately closing around Zuo Lihua’s neck.

“Uh…” Zuo Lihua let out a strained gasp.

The icy fingers tightened gradually, the skin marked with bite marks slightly bulging between them.

If released now, a dark bruise would surely be left on Zuo Lihua’s neck.

Han Hai’er’s eyes shifted slightly, her tongue sweeping across her teeth inside her mouth, a small bulge forming in her cheek.

Time seemed to slow. Zuo Lihua counted the seconds in her mind, her chest contracting violently from lack of oxygen. Tears of physiological response streamed once more from the crimson corners of her eyes.

The hand resting on her body gradually slipped away.

Her vision began to darken in waves, countless black spots appearing out of nowhere.

She was… going to die…

Just like that.

Dying in a haunted house, set up by someone, exactly what certain people wanted.

The injustices she had suffered would never be avenged, the betrayals she endured would go unpunished, and she wouldn’t even get to know who her biological parents were. Her death would be as obscure and unresolved as her life.

This kind of thing, this kind of thing…

Suddenly, Zuo Lihua mustered a burst of strength from somewhere deep within, grabbed Han Hai’er’s hand, and shoved her away with all her might.

Air rushed eagerly into her lungs. Zuo Lihua clutched her throat, her body curling up like a shrimp as she coughed and gasped for breath.

Han Hai’er, pushed aside, showed no anger.

She rose from the floor, and as she straightened up, her clothes became neat and tidy, as if the earlier wantonness had nothing to do with her.

She lowered her head slightly, looking down at the utterly disheveled Zuo Lihua on the ground, a trace of mockery flashing in her eyes.

“Cough, cough, cough…”

After Zuo Lihua finished coughing, she lifted her head, her eyes brimming with tears as she gazed at Han Hai’er.

“I’m sorry, I don’t want to die anymore. How about I help you get revenge? Let’s coexist peacefully.”

Han Hai’er didn’t respond, and Zuo Lihua hadn’t expected her to.

She had figured out Han Hai’er’s way of communicating, though it was a bit hard to accept, they had to be at a “negative distance” to converse.

“Someone wants me to die in your place, right? You have to kill me to be reincarnated, isn’t that it?” Seeing that Han Hai’er showed no particular reaction, Zuo Lihua continued, “I beg you, before that, could you let me help you get your revenge first? And let me settle my own affairs. Once everything is over, you can do whatever you want with me, kill me, torture me, it’s up to you.”

The Zuo couple were superstitious businesspeople who visited different temples and prayed to various gods every year, sometimes bringing Zuo Lihua along. Over time, she had gained a rough understanding of such matters.

Before this, Zuo Lihua had always found these things utterly absurd, something people did for mere psychological comfort, after all, becoming supernatural beings wasn’t allowed since the founding of the nation. That is, until a ghost stood right in front of her, ate the food she cooked, and even shared her bed.

The request Zuo Lihua made was, after brief consideration, the most persuasive condition she could think of. Ghosts who refused to reincarnate were always tied to grievances, grudges, wishes, or resentment. The best way to subdue them was to uncover and resolve these issues, so they could move on to the underworld without delaying their next life as humans.

Some ghosts even actively sought people to help them resolve their issues.

The only thing she wasn’t sure about now was whether Han Hai’er still wanted to be human. What if this ghost preferred to remain a fierce spirit, with no desire for reincarnation? In that case, she would still have to die.

Zuo Lihua locked eyes with Han Hai’er, her heart racing with uncertainty, growing more and more uneasy.

Just as Zuo Lihua was on the verge of despair, Han Hai’er suddenly turned and vanished on the spot.

That meant she had gotten through to her.

Zuo Lihua felt as if she had been granted a pardon, letting out a heavy sigh of relief as she leaned against the sofa and slumped to the floor.

Thank heavens, she was saved.