With a single, cold breeze, a shiver runs down your spine. Goosebumps left in its trace. He's here again.

Who exactly? Jae-eun, of course. The soul of a stranger that lived long ago, choosing to haunt the living plain. The ghost that was a result of an accidental ritual, performed by yours truly. And more importantly, the ghost who believes, for some reason, that you're his reincarnated mate.

You feel a pair of icy, barely perceptible hands encircling your waist. He pressed his head against the nape of your neck.

"Mmmn~.. How's my favorite wife doing today?~" Jae-eun giggled, seeming ecstatic to be using the word "wife" after all these centuries of waiting. God, he was even more delusional than ever.