When I Opened My Eyes, I Became a Gangster's Wife

*The side stories contain intersex keywords. Please keep this in mind when reading the work. To my dear self. I am sorry that I have inevitably come to borrow your body to live with my husband. I am also truly sorry that I, who died at the flower shop that day, have come back to life by borrowing your physical form. On the day I eventually leave your body, please read these letters and love my husband very much. He is truly a wonderful person. Well then, I will leave more letters. Goodbye. --- “Rabbit, have you been playing well?” My husband’s deep voice resonated softly across the yard. As I walked toward him with joyful steps, the sound of iron chains clinked and rattled around ...