Li Qing felt that someone was getting married, and the noise made him dizzy. He struggled to open his eyes, but everything he saw seemed to be covered with a thick layer of yarn.
His hand was gripped by a cold hand, and he performed some kind of ceremony like a marionette amid the admiration and admiration around him.
Li Qing's ear buzzed when he heard "the ceremony is completed, and the bride is sent to the bridal chamber". Only then did he realize that this was an ancient procedure for getting married, and he actually attended the ceremony with a stranger.
Li Qing's eyes were a little dry, and he found that his hand was still being held by the man. The coolness spread to his whole body along the joint and went straight to his forehead.
He finally got a good look at the person in front of him, dressed in red and covered with a red hijab. His height was similar to his, and he looked like a man. Li Qing thought of the man wrapped around him in the dream and trembled all over.
Sweeping around with the corner of my eye, I found that all the people present were paper men, with pale faces, red cheeks and big motionless eyes, all facing them and laughing.
Li Qing was so scared that he thought he was dreaming again, but he couldn't hurt himself to feel the pain anyway. The ghost bride around him seemed to notice something about him and took a step towards him, sticking his face through the red veil.
Li Qing lost her consciousness and was led away by the ghost bride. When Li Qing was conscious, he found that he had reached another room full of red, and his hand uncontrollably lifted the red veil on the bride's face.
Li Qing couldn't close his eyes at this moment. He saw a beautiful man with a pale face touching his lips.
"Li Qing, you can't leave."