The day my older sister ran away from her wedding, the whole household knelt and begged me to take her place.
I smiled as I climbed into the bridal sedan, dressed in mourning clothes and wearing a mourning hairpin.
The whole capital called me crazy, but they didn't know this was exactly the day I'd been waiting for.
On our wedding night, the heir strangled me. "Aren't you afraid to die?"
I pressed a dagger to his heart in return. "Funny, I've already died once."
He suddenly smiled and whispered a single sentence.
That night, the fiance I had killed with my own hands came back to life.
