I received a photo of myself lying in a coffin wearing a red wedding dress. On the back of the photo was written the date of my death: three days later. I fled back to my ancestral home, only to find a skeleton wearing the same wedding dress at the bottom of the well. The villagers said that it was the bride from a hundred years ago waiting for a substitute to complete the ghost marriage. They looked at me more and more strangely, until red lanterns were hung in the ancestral hall——
"The time has come, it's time to get on the sedan chair."
I frantically searched through the family tree and finally saw the truth: the person in the photo wearing a wedding dress was my twin sister from early childhood. And the bride tonight must be the two of us.
