I opened a matchmaker parlor on Yin Yang Road, specializing in bringing red strings between people and ghosts.
The evil ghost wants to get married, and I match him with the white moonlight that killed him during his lifetime.
The kid wanted to fall in love, so I helped him lead the little girl who just arrived from the grave next door.
Until that day, the underworld prince kicked open my door:
"I heard that you never fail to hold a red thread?"
"Then why don't you dare to sign my marriage to you?"
