Meng Yiyi inherited the family trade and opened a shop selling paper offerings, making a living with the old skills she'd learned. Just before she turned twenty-four, her fiancé, chosen for her in an arranged childhood betrothal, suddenly showed up.
This fiancé was sickly and self-obsessed.
All day long, he was either saying he had his eye on her, telling her he liked her, or insisting he wanted to marry her.
By a twist of fate, he even saved her life.
Come on, people don't repay a life-saving favor by marrying someone anymore.
What?
Then let's trade life-saving favors and save each other.
Fine.
But could you explain why you've gotten clingier and clingier?
When they run into a ghostly maze, he wants to cuddle.
When they meet a knife seller who sells on credit, he wants a hug.
When they run into...
Enough!
Mo Beichen: Yiyi, I love you.
Meng Yiyi: W-well, all right then!
It's pretty good-looking and a little funny!