Recently, our company took on a big project, and I've been working overtime at the office for two weeks straight.

It's already late, and in the spacious office, the only light still on is at my workstation.

I'm busy making the final design revisions when my phone suddenly starts ringing with a WeChat video call.

Without checking who it was, I rubbed my tired temples and hit the answer button, my eyes still focused on the intricate design draft on the screen.

"Hanha, I miss you so much."

I shuddered; this voice was so familiar, as if from another lifetime.

Instinctively, I looked at the video. The light on the other end was dim, but I could still make out the man's face.

The man in the video looked almost identical to my ex-boyfriend; both had a conspicuous red mole under their left eye.

I was in disbelief, my mouth slightly open, my throat felt clogged, and I couldn't speak.

"Hanha, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The video abruptly ended.

At the same time, the light above my workstation started flickering. Just a few seconds later, the entire office was plunged into darkness.

My computer screen had gone black without me noticing.

I screamed in fright, fumbling to turn on my phone's flashlight.

At that moment, I heard the security guard's voice in the hallway outside the office.

"Anyone still here?"

I took a deep breath, quickly gathered my things, and rushed out of the office.

I hailed a taxi right outside the company building and sat in the front passenger seat.

On the way, I passed several places where people were burning paper money, and I realized it was the Ghost Festival.

I looked out the car window, feeling uneasy and doubtful.

Then I heard the driver's voice in my ear.

"Young lady."

I was in a daze, turned to look, and my heart pounded violently as I screamed, "Ah... ghost!"

The driver, an elderly woman, had somehow leaned towards me, her body bent in a strange posture, her neck half-raised. Her eyes were deep-set, with prominent whites and small pupils, staring at me with a blank expression.

Under the dim streetlight, her face was unnervingly pale, with a few streaks of fresh blood trickling down her forehead, slowly flowing over her somewhat aged features.

"Why are you screaming? Your seatbelt isn't fastened properly. If something happens again, I can't afford it."

The driver rolled her eyes at me, took out a few tissues to wipe the blood off her face, and kept grumbling incessantly.

"What a bad luck! I had a car accident a few days ago, and my injuries are not fully healed yet. If it weren't for seeing a young girl like you struggling to get a taxi so late, I wouldn't have bothered to pick you up."

I apologized quietly, my face pale, my heart unable to calm down for a long time.

When I got home and reached into my bag for the keys, I suddenly pulled out an extra black phone!

The color, texture, and feel were all so familiar.

This was clearly the phone my ex-boyfriend had used for two years before he died!

He came from a poor family, and he bought this phone with his scholarship money.

After his death a year ago, I had organized all his belongings, including this phone, and buried them with his ashes.

Recalling that video call, a cold shiver ran down my spine, and my hand trembled.

"Clang!"

The phone fell to the ground, and the screen suddenly lit up.

A line of blood-red text appeared on it, along with a very familiar background photo.

"Hanha, you're still so clumsy."

The photo was of my ex-boyfriend taken right after he died.

My heart raced, and I screamed, holding my head, trembling all over. I didn't dare look at the phone on the ground. I quickly unlocked the door and locked it behind me.

Once inside, I collapsed to the floor, breathing heavily, clutching my phone, my hands shaking as I entered the emergency number.

Just as I was about to dial, a WeChat message suddenly came through on the phone that had been dormant for a year.

"Ah!"

I screamed and threw the phone away, and the message started playing automatically.

"Hanha, listen to me, don't call the police! Don't contact your parents either. Come to Baijingyu to find me; I'm waiting for you."

After that message, another one followed with a photo of us in wedding attire.

As I looked at the photo, tears streamed down my face.