Sewing Up Corpses at the Funeral Home, Until I Stitched Up My Blind Date

I learned corpse sewing from my grandma as a child. Before I even graduated from vocational school, funeral homes everywhere were clamoring to hire me. My monthly salary was 100,000 yuan, plus commission. Everyone said it was easy money, but nobody knew that a corpse seamstress stitches flesh and skin while laying restless souls to rest. My very first job went horribly wrong. When the body bag opened, I recognized that face at once. Wasn’t she the girlfriend who had slept beside me last night? A corpse seamstress never stitches the living. She stitches the souls who still have unfinished business in this world. A silver needle pierces flesh, and red thread binds the broken body.