After returning from drinks with his friends, Han Heng heard that the fiancee he'd been promised in childhood had arrived.
The young woman was sixteen or seventeen, newly out of mourning, still dressed in a white blouse with only a little hemp fiber in it. There was no flower in her hair, just a thick fall of black hair. She sat halfway beside the old madam's kang, her hands folded primly on her knees.
When she saw him, she rose slowly and bowed her head in greeting. "Young Master."
Han Heng looked down and saw only a glimpse of her snow-white neck, with a fine red cord peeking out from her collar.
Like a black-and-white ink painting touched with a splash of vermilion.
So white, Han Heng thought.
On their wedding night, when he took off her clothes, he discovered that what hung from the red cord was a snow-white jade pendant, just like her name:
Bai Zhi, Xia Baizhi.
He wanted to stain her.
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A drowning person who can't reach the shore will drag someone else down with them, until they drown, die, and become a floating corpse.
But fortunately, Xia Baizhi was as dense as a block of wood. She wouldn't sink.
So he held on to her so tightly.
But one day, that block of wood was going to leave.
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One day, a friend asked her, "How is it being married into the Han family?"
Xia Baizhi: "It won't be easy to get a divorce."
[Read before starting]
1. Basically, a solid elm log x a hollow briquette. They marry first and fall in love later. The woman is weak, the man is unhinged.
2. 1v1, both are virgins, happy ending.
3. An imaginary setting, a freewheeling story, feudal dregs. If you don't like it, click away.
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Theme: Stand on your own two feet
