When my husband ascended to immortality, he called down heavenly lightning and smashed my family’s ancestral coffin shop to pieces. “If not for a wager, why would I marry an ill-omened shaman?” It turned out he was an immortal in charge of matchmaking, and he’d wagered on my sincere love to obtain a divine medicine for the woman he loved. He left without looking back, leaving me with nothing but ruins. Later, I married another man, and he went mad, tearing up the marriage register. “Without my approval, this ill-fated match doesn’t count!” Mo Heng leaned against my shoulder, toying with the red string on his little finger and smiling with unshakable confidence. “The medicine is yours. Think of it as having fed a dog. She’s mine, and no matter how much you turn the world upside down, you can’t change that.”
