One Year Dead, I Decide to Visit My Boyfriend in a Dream Chatper 01

On the first anniversary of my death, I decided to open an adult toy store exclusively for ghosts.

There were no suppliers in Heaven, so I had no choice but to appear in my boyfriend’s dream and ask him to ship some products over.

A month later, my boyfriend was furious.

“Having a great time now that you’re dead, aren’t you? Why didn’t you ever want to try any of this with me when you were alive?”

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On the first anniversary of my death, I decided to run a small business in Heaven.

After researching for a long time, I realized there wasn’t a single adult toy store in the entire Heaven community.

Seeing a business opportunity, I used all my savings to rent a shop.

But I had a place—now where could I get the goods?

After thinking it over, I set my mind on my boyfriend from when I was alive.

I used my last bit of Heaven Coins to bribe the Dream Keeper, and that night, I entered my boyfriend’s dream.

“Baby, baby, I miss you so much.”

A year apart, Ryan Moore seemed much more mature than before.

He was still wearing the pajamas I bought him when we were together. His long-overdue haircut fell softly over his forehead, and he had lost a lot of weight. Only his strikingly handsome, cold face remained the same.

He stared at me expressionlessly, his eyes cold.

My heart sank. Did this jerk forget me already?

Just as I was about to do something to jog his poor memory, Ryan finally made a sound of acknowledgment.

I sighed in relief. Remembering me was a good sign.

I was short on money, so the Dream Keeper only gave me five minutes.

No time for catching up. I pressed myself close to Ryan. “Baby, I’m so lonely without you. If only you could help me.”

“Oh? How?”

“Super easy. Just send me some adult toys.”

“Leave them at my grave. A Heaven courier will pick them up.”

Time was limited, so I blurted out my entire prepared order list.

The next second, I saw the tips of Ryan’s ears turn bright red, visibly.

He looked like he was about to say something, but I was pulled away before I could hear it—the Dream Keeper had ended my dream.

After returning, my heart was racing. I honestly had no idea if Ryan would actually send me the things.

In the year since I died, he hadn’t even sent me a single flower.

But he was my only option.

There was no way I could ask my elderly parents to buy this kind of stuff for me!

I waited anxiously at the Heaven Post Office for three or four days. Just when I thought I’d failed, I finally received a package from the living world.

Seeing the bold character “Ryan” written on it, I was overjoyed.

I tore it open—and every single item on my dream list was inside, not one missing.

Oh my goodness, Ryan finally did something right for once!

The things Ryan sent me were completely unprecedented in the Heaven community.

After all, who would ask their family to buy this kind of thing?

As soon as the store opened, it attracted a huge crowd of ghosts.

Soon, all the products sold out.

Entering the dreams of living people cost a lot in Heaven, but I stuck to the belief of high investment for high returns. I took all my recent earnings, marched proudly to the Dream Management Office, and slammed my Heaven Coins on the Dream Keeper’s desk.

“One hour this time!”