"Well..." I scratched my head awkwardly. "I heard that ghosts could change into any terrifying form at will. I think of your look when you had a car accident. Your face was covered in blood. There was a cut on your forehead, and your eyes were so swollen. If you suddenly turn into what you looked like before your death, I probably won't stand it. So, while you look good, I want to stare at you a few more times to enjoy your beauty."
Brian pinched my face, feeling angry and amused. He said, "Haven't you woken up from your sleep? When did I become a ghost?"
"Well, how come you forgot such an important thing? Is a ghost's memory that bad?"
Brian held my hand and placed it on his chest, saying, "Can you feel the heartbeat?"
He held my hand and placed it on his face, saying, "Can you feel the warmth?"
He pointed to the sunlight in the whole room, asking, "Have you ever seen ghosts living in the sunlight?"
I blinked and exclaimed, "Brian, have you possessed someone?"
Brian was speechless by my words.
He hit my head again.
I covered my forehead. As tears welled up in my eyes, I said, "I'm sorry. You look exactly like Brian, so you must not have possessed someone."
Brian laughed and rubbed my head.