My Substitute Bride:

Five sedans raced along the highway, their tires churning up a series of streaks in the wet asphalt. The hum of their engines echoed through the rainy night.,In City A, the Black-faced God of Death is a figure known to all. Those who fall into his hands are tortured beyond recognition...,Remember, after having a meal when we settled in, I woke up in the car. The bumpy ride made me feel sick.。