He Wrapped a Red Rope Around My Coffin

I burn two dragon and phoenix candles every day - the left candle comforts the resentment of the deceased bride, and the right candle comforts the souls of the fallen soldiers. Until one day, the ghost of a young marshal from the Republic of China knocked on my door: "Miss, can you make up for a ghost marriage for me?" I took out the marriage certificate as usual, but saw him reaching out to hold it down: "Wait a minute." "The bride I want -" the candlelight flickered on his half-torn face, "is the one who ran away from me a hundred years ago." I looked down and saw the name on the marriage certificate, and the blood in my body froze instantly - that was my birth date and name.