The village girl who was close to death from illness was about to marry, and her suitor was a strong and hearty hunter.
Having time-traveled to a poor and backward mountain village, she had resigned herself to the lack of three square meals a day, but was her new body already halfway into the grave? What’s more curious was that someone still wanted to marry her despite being on her deathbed?
Driven by curiosity, she went ahead with the marriage, eager to see who the unlucky sap was who’d lose his betrothal gifts and even the coffin money.
Cradled in his arms, her body was thin as a rake, and she really wanted to ask him, “Husband, does holding me hurt your hands?”
