On the first day of employment at the funeral home, an old employee pointed to the number plate of the bride in red in the coffin and said: Tomorrow is her wedding day, and you are the groom.
Then he was involved in a terrifying whirlpool that has been entangled for twenty years: an abandoned ancestral hall, a ghost bride wearing a blood-red wedding dress but with a blurry face...
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Good-looking, good-looking, good-looking.
It's so good. I haven't seen a novel like this in a long time.
Good-looking, good-looking, good-looking.
It's so good. I haven't seen a novel like this in a long time.