When I was eight, I had a dream. In it, a nine-tailed fox was getting married. After I woke up, I fell seriously ill, and nothing could cure me.
My mother called in a village ritual master to perform an exorcism. A suona played for three days and three nights, and I lay in a coffin for three days.
On the third night, a gust of demonic wind swept past. Half-asleep, I heard someone whisper in my ear, “Sooner or later, I’ll come back for you.”
Sure enough, ten years later, I unexpectedly became pregnant, but I had no idea who the child’s father was...
