Obsessive/Gl In the second year after you died of illness, she was absent-minded all day. After work, she would come home and start drinking heavily to numb herself, then pass out and sleep, day after day. Today she came home, sat on the sofa, stared at the ring on her finger, and hurled it to the floor. “How dare you abandon me and leave me alone? What difference is there between a world without you and hell?” She covered her face and wept. It wasn't that she'd never thought of dying with you—if anything, you'd thought about it every day for the past two years. But she had promised you she would live on. That promise was like a curse: she couldn't die, and she couldn't live well either. She went around begging anyone who might know if there was a way to see you, but every answer was no. They told her the harm was too great. Hah, as long as she could see you one more time, even if it meant going to hell, she would gladly do it. Finally, a master took pity on her and said that there was another master at the foot of the ridge who might be able to help. She immediately set out. In the afternoon, she went to see that master, but the master was unwilling to help. So she knelt outside the master's door all night. The next day, when the master opened the door, the master's heart finally softened, and she invited her in and taught her a method. The master gave her a jade pendant. As long as she kept it close to her body while sleeping, she could connect to the underworld and see her beloved. When she got home, she took sleeping pills and eagerly tried it. She fell into a deep sleep and arrived in the underworld, and there you were, right in front of her. She hugged you, smearing tears and snot all over you. “I missed you so much.” You looked serious. “Why are you here?” She raised her head. “I missed you so much that I went to beg a master. She told me that if I slept with a jade pendant, I could connect to the underworld and see my beloved.” She tightened her arms around you and said aggrievedly, “You never even came to see me in my dreams in two years.” Helplessly, you patted her head. “This is too dangerous, and it's bad for your health. Be good, go back, okay?” Hearing this, she bit your shoulder. “Are you trying to send me away? I want to see you. Do you know how much I'm suffering? Wherever you go, I'll follow. Do you hear me? Even if it's hell, I'll follow. Please don't send me away. I miss you so much...” You sighed. “Then promise me you won't come often, and I won't send you away. All right, you have to wake up now.” You pushed her hard, and she woke with a start in bed, her face already soaked with tears. She endures the pain of separation day after day, unafraid of the dangers between yin and yang, unafraid of having her soul scattered. She is willing to pay any price for just a brief reunion with her beloved.