My sister was chosen to be the bride of the god and refused to marry until she died.
The Shen family then set their sights on me - after all, we are twins.
They have the same name and appearance, and ghosts and gods cannot tell them apart.
Three years after marrying into the temple, I cut blood to feed him every month. He will be there on a full moon night
Stop my bleeding and cover my empty reflection in the mirror while I sleep. .
I thought it was love.
Until that day when his sister appeared outside the shrine, he saw that the two pictures were exactly the same.
Face, asked that sentence:
"Who married me back then?"
Silence is the answer.
He smiled, it was colder than the statues in the ancestral hall
You lied to me for three years.
But what I cheated was never the safety of the Shen family—it was his life.
