Summary
Chapter 0 On the night of the wedding rehearsal, I found The Nineteenth Letter tucked inside the old wool coat my mother had left behind. She had been dead for three years, yet the paper was as crisp as if it had just been written. There were only three lines on it: Don’t marry into the Lu Family. Your father didn’t die of an illness. If you still intend to put on that wedding dress tomorrow, go to the third locker by the back wall of the funeral home.