Summary
The night before my wedding, I found a wedding ring engraved with my fiance’s name in a lost and found locker at the high-speed rail station. But it wasn’t supposed to be placed on his finger until tomorrow. Right alongside it were my stepsister’s pregnancy report and a Longevity Lock blackened by fire. Every lost item served as a reminder: tomorrow’s wedding wasn’t about taking a husband; it was about collecting a corpse.