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I have been lying in bed for seven days.
On the eighth day, someone married me in my dream.
In the dim candlelight, I was wearing a bright red wedding dress, waiting for the one I love to lift my hijab.
But my crush is not pretty at all.
His head didn't even have a Tianling Cap, his neck was bent in a weird arc, he had a long tongue, and he had a hanging bloody eye.
I died in the early morning of the ninth day after the nightmare.
After my death, I found out that my roommate was the "Chosen Daughter". She was destined to be married, and the Ghost King was her husband, who swore to protect her throughout her life.
And I was just weak, innocently contaminated with too much Yin energy, and was taken advantage of by the ghost king's men accidentally.
This is not fair!
I complained for myself, but he was in a high position and no one stood up for me.
In this way, I will stand up for myself.
I'm sorry, I didn't take the blame this time.
Written in the first person, some of the plot comes from dreams, not my experience. If this offends any readers, please don't blame me!
Intention: Heaven moves vigorously, a gentleman strives to constantly strive for self-improvement
