The Beauty in the Coffin: A Corpse Fragrant with Life

My grandfather was a half-baked feng shui master. He built our new house on top of a grave belonging to a goddess. The day I was born, a bright red coffin appeared in our home. When I was seven, Grandpa made me recite a marriage contract in front of the red coffin. Twelve years later, Grandpa climbed into the grave himself and told me to bring the goddess inside the red coffin home. When the coffin opened, she floated out...