The Best Village Wife Who Marries Her Husband

On the wedding night, the red was dazzling and full of joy. There was no place in the wedding room that could not be illuminated by red. Happy flowers cut from red paper were scattered one by one on the quilt, and the huge crystal lamp hanging on the ceiling was reflected by the red light. Everything looked full of joy, but there was an inexplicable weirdness in the atmosphere. The bride is sitting by the bed, holding a bouquet of golden roses that will never fade. She is wearing a pure white wedding dress, her lips and teeth are closed, and her eyes are bright, exuding a sense of being apart from the world. Bang, the door opened. There was a bang. The door was not opened with hands. A man kicked it...