Mirrors and Dogs

Early morning.

Yang Jian opened his eyes and woke up in bed.

He had survived another day in this world, but he did not possess the energy to welcome a brand-new day, because it meant his remaining time to live had decreased again.

The countdown to his death continued.

Fortunately, he could already bear the immense pressure of death and would not suffer a mental breakdown from it like other people.

"The mutual restraint between the ghosts in my body has reached a certain limit. It seems some of the emotions I lost have returned a little." Yang Jian fell into thought and glanced beside him with his slightly reddened eyes.

A mature, soft woman was curled up in his arms, still fast asleep.

Yang Jian said nothing. He pushed the woman away, sat up, and looked out the window.

Sunlight streamed in, adding a touch of warmth to the slightly chilly room.

It was good weather today.

"You're getting up so early? Why not rest a little longer?"

Zhang Liqin woke up. She draped a pale arm over the man, trying to keep him there.

Yang Jian said, "My physical condition is different from that of ordinary people. I don't need much sleep."

Zhang Liqin propped herself up, her flushed face pressed against Yang Jian's back as she hugged him and felt the bone-deep coldness emanating from him. It was a chill she could not dispel with her body heat.

"Can't you spend more time with me? After all, I'm your woman."

Her voice was gentle, carrying a hint of lazy charm.

"You only belong to me for now. Once I die, you'll have a new life, new feelings, perhaps even a new man. And that day will not be far off. Maybe as soon as next year, because