A gust of wind blew out from the house, and the opposite window babbled, and was finally pushed away by the wind.

Under the moonlight in Seoul in the fall of [-], he opened a pair of affectionate and warm peach blossom eyes. He didn't close his eyes until the tears overflowed from the eye sockets, slipped from the corners of the eyes, and finally sank into the black hair. Pretend to be in a deep sleep.

He is Su Ke.

He realized very clearly that he was Su Ke.It's not because the ghost once called the name Su Ke so affectionately in his ear.It was the sentence that his own voice lingered in his ears when he saw the ghost for the first time.

"You used to be that young master Su Ke, and you were once famous in Kaijing."

He didn't admit that he was Su Ke, but he didn't want the ghosts to know how deep the crime Su Ke had committed was that Su Ke lost all his memory and became the messenger of hell.

After all, when that ghost who lived for 900 years called Su Ke's name, his heart trembled with affection.

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