>In the twenty-third year of the Republic of China, I was forced to marry the young master of the Guan family blindly and mutely.
>On the wedding night, the red candles were burning, but the groom mysteriously evaporated before I lifted my hijab.
>My husband's family said that he died of a sudden illness, but there was only an ancient mirror lying in the coffin in the mourning hall.
>There was always the sound of fingernails scraping in the mirror late at night, and I followed the sound to the forbidden area of the Guan family——
>The underground altar is engraved with birth dates, and my name is on top of Guanyang.
>Back then, the twins of the Guan family, the sickly brother, were sacrificed to Gu Jing to prolong their lives.
>Now the Mirror Demon is asking for new sacrifices, and my wedding dress was dyed red by my mother-in-law's own hands.
>When Guan Yang pierced the peach wood hairpin into his heart, our overlapping faces were reflected in the mirror.
>"Go quickly..." His blood dripped on the ritual inscription, "It's your turn next."
>The night I escaped from Guan Mansion, there was a mirror-shattering laughter behind me.
>Three months later, the teahouse storyteller was stunned: "Miss Guan threw herself into the ancient well last night!"
>I lowered my head and blew away the tea foam, and my wrist was covered with the same green and black veins as Guanyang.
