Weird Stories About Paper Wedding Rules

On the third day of my wedding, I took off the bride's hijab. She has no face - only a paper face made of yellow paper, with ink eyebrows and eyes, lips dotted with cinnabar, the corners of her mouth cleft to the base of her ears, and she is smiling. When she called me "son," her voice was exactly the same as that of my mother who had been dead for three years. What's even more terrifying is that she said: "Your father also looked at your mother the same way back then." Only then did I realize that all the wives in the village were paper-cutters. The real woman was sacrificed alive to the river god in the flood twenty years ago. My father nailed my mother's coffin with his own hands, Now, it's my turn to have a "paper wedding". I dare not lift my hijab, But I dare not escape.