On the first Qingming Festival after our wedding, I went with Gu Cheng to his hometown to pay respects to his ancestors. Holding an oddly shaped paper effigy, I started a livestream to share his family's ancestral rites with my fans. “Babies, my husband made this by hand. He wrote my name and birth details on it. He says we're supposed to burn it tomorrow for the ancestors, so they'll bless me~” The comments were full of blessings and praise, but the number of viewers had clearly dropped. Ever since I got married, my livestream audience seemed to have watched the finale of a TV series. Ordinary displays of affection no longer interested them, and my gaze darkened. Suddenly, a bold, black comment caught my eye: “Streamer, run! That's a soul-locking tower. Tomorrow, on the day of the tomb-sweeping, will be the day you die!” I curled my lips into a smile. “At last, it's here~”
