On our wedding night, the husband I married turned out to be a cold corpse.
The wedding candles were swaying, and I trembled and wanted to escape, but found that the doors and windows had been sealed.
Under the red hijab, the paper-pale face suddenly opened its eyes, and the corners of its mouth curved in a strange way.
"Madam, since you are here, please stay with me."
Outside the house, the suona sounded again, but it was a funeral tune.
