They Stole My Life to Save Their Favorite,Now They're Begging

My birth chart is four pillars of pure yin, an all-yin fate that comes once in a hundred years. I am half a step into the land of the dead already.

At the Ghost Festival blessing rite, the young acolyte carried out the life-sustaining eternal lamp I had fed with my own blood for seventeen years.

All I had to do was sign my name in blood and light the wick, and I would live through the death-fate waiting for me at twenty-six.

A breath before my pen touched the paper, my mother, who had come to pray beside me, slipped into the lotus pond.