My Heart Beats in a Substitute Marriage

When I stepped into the wedding sedan holding my sister's jade bracelet, there was still a photo of her hair with a strange man lying in the dowry box. Pan Jingyuan's hand that lifted his hijab stopped in mid-air, and the candlelight danced on his gold frame: Miss Wei's nail polish rubbed against my marriage certificate. I hurriedly curled up my bloody index finger - last night I broke the copper lock of the mahogany box to hide the evidence of my sister's elopement. But he suddenly leaned over and licked off the blood drops on the back of my hand, his Adam's apple rolled: Pan family ancestral saying, the evil ghost who swallows the bride's blood will haunt her for the rest of her life. The wedding candles flicked on the lanterns, and the cousin who was eavesdropping outside the window retreated hastily and kicked over the gift box containing the poisonous snake. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.