On the first Qingming Festival after my marriage, I followed Gu Cheng back to his hometown to worship his ancestors. I held a strange-shaped paper tie, started the live broadcast, and shared the ancestor worship customs of Gu Cheng's hometown with fans: "Baby, my husband made this with his own hands, and wrote my birth date and name. He said that he would burn it to the ancestors tomorrow and let them bless me~" The barrage was full of blessings and praises, but the number of people had dropped significantly. Since I got married, the viewers who follow my live broadcast seem to have already watched the finale of a TV series. Ordinary displays of affection no longer interest them, and my eyes dim. Suddenly a barrage bolded and blackened came into my eyes, "Anchor, run! This is the Soul Locking Tower. Tomorrow you will die when you go to the grave!" The corner of my mouth curled up: It's finally here~
