Lip Prints Left on the Box

You married a box of ashes. On your wedding night, your wealthy mother-in-law handed the sandalwood box to your hand, and the cold ashes pressed against your palm. "During the contract period, abide by your duties, and the Lu family will ensure that your mother has no worries for the rest of her life." Everyone said that you were a wedding tool for the dead person. Until you wake up in the early morning and see the deep folds of the sheets beside you. And on the dressing table, there is a fresh, moist lip mark on the edge of the cold urn that you kiss every night.