Eighteen Years Later, He Came to Marry Me

My family promised me to a dead man.

They say that when he was alive, he was a legend in the art of feng shui, and even in the underworld he was someone no one dared cross. The first time I saw him, the red candles went out and a ghostly wind rose. My teeth chattered with fear. But this Ghost King didn't take my life. Instead, he taught me how to use a compass to find my way and talismans to dispel evil, and helped me make the people who bullied me kneel and beg for mercy.

Little by little, I stopped being afraid. I even saw a tenderness in his eyes that shouldn't have been there.

Until I discovered the wound in his heart, one that had never healed