Sacrifice to the Mountain God

I was 16 years old and was sacrificed to the mountain god as a bride. The whole village said I was a sacrifice. Only Brother Huaishan sneaked in through the window and held sweet potatoes in his hands to coax me, "Don't be afraid, Ah Nian, I will take you to escape." He took me to hide in a cave and said he would leave at dawn. That night, I fell asleep with her heartbeat on my pillow, and dreamed of begonias blooming all over the mountains. When I woke up, he was kneeling in front of the altar, holding a dagger and stabbing it into my heart. When the blood dripped, his thousands of red ropes faded to gray. They were the concentric knots I knitted with my own hands. In the hazy world, only he was left tremblingly saying sorry in my ears.