My uncle said that my fate was a good stuff for dealing with the dead. It would even be a waste if I did not use it. Unexpectedly, as his ominous words, I had a tough marriage with a dead. This male ghost was despicable and shameless in every respect, who not only threatened and coerced me, but also promised faithfully: “when I was alive, the women who admired me was as much as the carps crossing the river. Are you sure you don’t marry me? This is your last chance.” Of course I shook my head resolutely, but what he did to me next was something I never expected…
