"A Ruan's skin is the tenderest. It will definitely look good when sewn on Sanshui's face."
My name is Ah Ruan, and I was sold to Shenjiaao when I was seven years old. I thought I was a child bride, but in fact I was the "skin" chosen by the Shen family's papermaker. For three hundred years, the Shen family survived by skinning living people and making paper figurines. I sewed up the face of my beloved Brother Sanshui with my own hands, but on that snowy night, his own skin was peeled off by his own grandfather and sewn into the red raincoat that had killed countless people.
No face, no voice, just endless darkness. I thought I was dead until the fire burned down Shenjiaao, and I became a lonely soul in his shadow. The paper cave appeared in the world, and thousands of ghosts came to attack. Everyone thought Shen Sanshui was the savior, but they didn't know that every time he burst out of the desperate situation with golden and red fire, it was the lamp that I burned my soul to light for him.
In this life, I can't be your person, so I will be the ghost in your shadow that will never leave.
