“Don’t look back. Don’t look back on the way to the wedding...”
Shen Tingdeng looked back anyway, and saw two ghostly sedan chairs following behind her, one red and one white, carrying a bride and groom to their underworld wedding.
She was born a “post-daughter,” a sacrificial offering meant to take the misfortune of a wealthy young heir and prolong his life.
There was an infant coffin scratching at the floorboards beneath the wedding bed, a blood-red wedding invitation with no groom’s name, and a paper-mache boatwoman knocking on the door at night.
They forced her into a dead end…
