Lin Zhaowan washes the dead at the funeral home, and can also see the memories the deceased held onto most in their final moments through their belongings. One rainy night, the county yamen sends over a "fugitive slave's corpse." Just as she reaches out to examine it, the dead man suddenly grabs her wrist. This condemned man, who calls himself Xie Qi, is not only still alive, but also leads her to an old famine case buried three years ago. More terrifying still, among the bones on his body, she sees a scene: herself dressed in a red wedding gown, driving a knife into his chest with her own hands. To stay alive and uncover the truth behind the injustice done to her parents, two people who cannot even control their own names or freedom have no choice but to travel together. But the closer they get to the truth, the more inevitable that image of a woman in red holding a knife seems. Only on her wedding day does Lin Zhaowan discover that the images left behind by the dead never lie. The living are the ones who lie when they fill in the story behind those images.
