On the day Fengguan Xiapei got married, the whole city envied me for marrying into a wealthy family.
When the wedding sedan passed by the mass grave, I suddenly heard the knocking of the coffin.
The corners of the mouth under the hijab raised - that was my "dowry" for my sister-in-law.
After all, the groom's family died violently three years ago.
And their ancestral graves are in need of fresh "house brides"
