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In the brief moment of my contemplation,
Da Shen sent another message: "Why aren’t you saying anything?"
"Are you there?"
"If you are, just reply to me."
I hesitantly typed, "I’m here."
"Then tell me, are those clothes really rented from there?"
I replied, "Yes."
Da Shen: "So you really did rent them from there!"
I asked, "Who exactly are you?"
Da Shen didn’t respond.
I had no choice but to check his profile.
This Da Shen seemed to be a graduate student, and his profile was filled with various study videos.
"Folklore Studies"
"Intangible Cultural Heritage of China"
"On The Origin Of Ancient Wedding Dresses"
…
This guy was quite the academic overachiever.
Scrolling further down his profile, I came across a photo.
It was a scenic picture of the Li Family Dam.
The date was just a few days ago.
So—
He happened to come on the day I rented the clothes?
And he just happened to see where I rented them?
A chill ran down my spine.
Could this guy be a stalker?
Was his earlier comment about me being cursed just a way to grab my attention?
Now, sending me a private message, is he trying to get closer to me?
The thought made my scalp tingle.
I quickly turned off my phone.
This guy is really terrifying!
He'll go to any lengths for fame!
With all that effort, why not learn some real skills instead?
Or could it be—
That he has actually had his eye on me for a long time?
I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts.
Stop overthinking!
He's a top student!
And I'm just a third-rate internet celebrity!
Maybe he's just being playful and trying to tease me!
I hope by tomorrow morning, he forgets all about this.
As long as I ignore him, he won't have the chance to get close to me.
With that thought, I felt much more relaxed.
I turned off the lights, pulled up the blanket, and buried my head to sleep.
In my dreams, I was awakened by a strong fragrance.
"What are you doing?"
Everything before me was blurry, and it seemed like there were many old women surrounding me.
They were hastily removing my clothes.
I wanted to resist, but I felt completely powerless.
The fragrance grew stronger, overwhelming my senses.
My entire body went limp.
"Don't struggle, girl."
"Just be obedient."
"The Yang Family has already calculated your birth chart, and the one most compatible with you is our Young Master Yang."
"From now on, you will be a member of the Yang Family."
"May the Yang Family prosper!"
"No! I'm not—"
But no matter how I explained, they wouldn't listen.
They continued to strip me of all my clothes.
Then, they dressed me in a familiar wedding dress.
The phoenix pattern embroidered on that wedding dress was exactly the same as the one I had worn in the video.
Could it be that I really encountered something supernatural?
That group of old women claimed to be the Yang Family matchmakers and said they would take me to meet the Young Master of the Yang Family.
But I didn't even have the strength to resist.
I could only let them manipulate me.
They posed me in various positions while continuously murmuring words like "bride," "bridal chamber," and "give birth."
Their voices were like an incantation, drilling into my ears.
My consciousness grew increasingly hazy, as if I had truly become a bride waiting to be married.
The sharp sound of a suona echoed in my ears.
I suddenly jolted awake, sitting up in bed.
How strange!
Just moments ago, I was surrounded by a crowd, and now, in the blink of an eye, I was back in my own room.
Could everything that just happened have been a dream?
No, that couldn't be right!
Suddenly, I remembered something important—
I looked down at myself; my nightgown was gone,
Replaced by that familiar wedding dress.
Could it be that what had just happened was not a dream?
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