When I was eight years old, I had a dream in which a nine-tailed fox was getting married. When I woke up, I fell seriously ill and could not be cured.
My mother asked a gentleman from the country to do it. The suona was played for three days and three nights, and I lay in the coffin for three days.
Until the night of the third day, a gust of evil wind blew by, and I vaguely heard someone say in my ear: "Sooner or later, I will come to you again."
Sure enough, ten years later, I got pregnant unexpectedly, but I didn't know the name of the child's husband...
