Grandma’s Warnings Saved Me, Until My Husband’s Love Destroyed

The village healer, Granny, had once given me three small charm packets.

On graduation day, I opened the first one as instructed. [Find a policeman to accompany you to eat beef noodles.]

Though puzzled, I did as told, and in that bowl I found a severed finger. Later, I learned the finger belonged to my roommate, and the killer had been hiding in the dorm wardrobe. I was the target.

The second packet was to be opened at the happiest moment. I looked at the person beside me in bed, placed my hand on the child in my womb, and firmly tore it open.