I want to marry the ghost of you

Mo Qiang was sure that this woman did not have anything good planned for these women who were locked up in prison for so many days. Just looking at the hollowed cheeks of the women and their dry and parched lips was enough to tell that Madam Sang and the rest did not have an easy time while being locked up even though they were not physically harmed.

More importantly, they had a daunting look in their eyes as well. Something that Mo Qiang used to have when she watched a man getting murdered for the first time on the street. 

" Um…I …" Bai Po was still on her fours as she remained in the position of kowtow before answering Mo Qiang softly, " I wanted to marry the ghost of my beloved." 

A ghost? What kind of bibity bobbity sh*t was this? 

" Hah? A ghost?" Mo Qiang looked at Bai Po as if she was looking at someone who had lost her marbles. " How could you even bring a ghost to this world? And how can you even marry him.. or her?"