Summary
To save the Kang Family’s last Ancestral Home, I lit three sticks of incense in the ancestral hall and married the demon enshrined in the cellar.
On our wedding night, he gripped my chin and chuckled, telling me that I was merely his contract bride and not to catch feelings I shouldn’t have.
But three months later, the moment I took off my wedding ring, he pinned me against a corner of the ancestral hall. His thumb traced over my reddened Ring Mark, inch by inch, as he asked in a raspy voice, “Who gave you permission to leave me?”