My Cold, Aloof Ghost Wife Loves Me So Much

When he was young, he inexplicably fell into a coma and couldn't wake up. No matter what they tried, he wouldn't recover. He only woke after his family brought a "bride" into the house in an urn of ashes.

Many years passed, and he'd long since forgotten the incident. Until one day, a package arrived from his hometown...

The suona's long wail was impossible to read as either joyful or mournful.

On the dirt road beneath a red moon sat a bright red bridal sedan chair. The wind lifted its curtain, revealing a pair of pale feet in red satin shoes.

"Husband, please come into the bridal chamber."

His "bride's" hand was cold and smooth, like fine jade.

Docile and silent as a white lamb, he accepted everything from him, even his unintentional roughness...

But he never said a word, nor made the slightest sound.

Only when he forced his lips apart did he discover, horrified, that the throat of his "ghost bride" was stitched all over with countless fine red threads...

Mildly terrifying, both leads' first love, ghost-husband story.

Suspense novelist x pale, silent, stunning, insecure Ghost King

Theme: Always hold on to hope and enthusiasm for life.