In the hall, people in wedding clothes stood in front of the memorial tablet, with the toes of their shoes half an inch above the ground, and there was nothing under the hem of their clothes, no shadow.
"Husband and wife bow to each other."
When those hands grasped her wrists, they were bone-piercingly cold, like they were grasping a stone fished out of a well. The red tassel hat fell to the ground with a "snap", revealing a face that was so handsome that it turned white, but there were two black holes in the eye sockets, and black blood flowed down the cheek into the red silk. He leaned close to her ear, his breath was cold and earthy: "Help me..."
When she opened her eyes again, she was lying in her boudoir, and her mother was dozing next to the bed. But the green and black fingerprints on the wrist are real, the four fingers are clear, and even the shape of the knuckles is imprinted in the flesh.
Outside the courtyard gate, my father's voice was very low: "... The coffin is empty... The mage said that he is not worthy of marriage. If that thing gets entangled, the whole family will die..."
Shen Yuwei turned to look at the dressing mirror. Behind her in the mirror, a corner of the red wedding dress slowly emerged. The black eye sockets were dripping with black blood, and he was smiling at her.
She didn't shout, but just watched the blood stains spread across the mirror - it turned out that this ghost marriage was never about marrying a dead person.
Not bad, the writing is very good