I can only sleep on the edge of the bed every night because my husband said that the space in the middle of the bed should be reserved for his dead cousin. Even if I accidentally touch the open space when turning over, he will push me away and scold me for being disrespectful to the undead. I endured this ridiculous rule for twenty years and helped him from a poor scholar to the prime minister of the current dynasty. Unexpectedly, before he died, he held my hand tightly and left those heart-wrenching last words.
