Wei Jia runs an incense shop next to a temple. She usually sells incense, ritual goods, and Buddhist items, and occasionally earns a little extra from consultations that aren't exactly materialistic.
These happy days of counting her little piles of money came to an end one night:
She dipped her brush in cinnabar, wrote down her name and birth details, and attached them to a certain unmarked wooden tablet. With tears streaming down her face, she said, "I... agree."
And just like that, she was married.
Heaven above, earth below, it's dark out. Don't open your eyes.
Theme: Uphold materialist values
