After so much turmoil, Yang Xiao was mentally and physically exhausted. After a quick wash, he went to sleep, but for some reason, he had a restless night.
Perhaps it was because of the day's thoughts manifesting in dreams, he dreamt of his great wedding day, a very traditional Chinese ceremony. He wore the groom's wedding attire and was tipsy from the drinking, being pushed into the bridal chamber by the crowd.
Gazing at the bride sitting by the festive bed, Yang Xiao staggered forward, chuckling to himself, impatiently lifting the veil from her head.
The next moment, upon seeing the bride's appearance, Yang Xiao instantly sobered up, shivering violently, and replaced the veil without hesitation.
He then lightened his steps, tiptoeing away, but just as he reached the door, a pale hand rested on his shoulder.
Before Yang Xiao could react, the hand grabbed him and tossed him back onto the bed, realizing it was no bed at all, but a large red coffin.
