The heavy red lacquer door made a dull roar behind it, followed by the harsh metal friction sound of the lock being locked.
There were no deafening suonas, no beaming guests, and even the faint scent of wedding candles in the air was suppressed by the nauseating smell of blood.
This was her wedding night.
The swaying remaining candle burst out with a faint green lantern, barely illuminating the gloomy wedding room like a mausoleum. The red sandalwood frame of the wedding bed was hung with overlapping scarlet gauze curtains, which were rising and falling strangely in response to the violent breathing of the man on the bed.
"Cough... Cough cough cough..."
A tearing coughing sound came from the depths of the gauze tent, like a rusty saw blade rubbing hard against rough bones, with each blow making a creepy sound of breaking wind.
