Stargazing

Li Chenxiao genuinely admired his young mistress.

She was only eighteen and on the verge of marriage when her fiancé, whom she had never even met, died in his prime.

She could have let the matter rest, but instead she cut off her hair, prepared his coffin, and willingly vowed to remain faithful to her deceased husband.

“What do you think she's hoping to get out of it?”

“Maybe she just wants some peace and quiet...”

“Such a lovely young woman, and she ends up with a short-lived husband...”

“I hear that short-lived fellow was named Li Chenxiao.”

Li Chenxiao: “???”