After the soul-cleansing ritual on Blood Hill, Linh Nguyet thought it was over.
She had a whole soul.
A husband who loved her without end.
And a heart no longer torn by lifetimes of grief.
But happiness, for her, always came with a price.
Back at the Luc Family estate, things began to change.
Not pain.
Not visions.
But… alienation.
As if the world no longer accepted her.
When she stepped into the kitchen, the water turned black.
When she touched a plant, the leaves shriveled and fell.
When she looked into the mirror—
She had no reflection.
"You're being rejected by the living realm," Luc Trac said, deeply concerned. "Your body is still human, but your soul has been soaked in underworld blood."
"Then… am I dying?"
"No." He held her hand tighter. "You'll lose your body, but your soul will remain — drifting between worlds. Neither human… nor ghost."
Linh Nguyet bit her lip.
She wasn't afraid of death.
She was afraid of not being able to touch him ever again.
That night, a stranger came to the estate's gate.
A woman in a red dress, holding an oil-paper umbrella, her face a void of blackness beneath the brim.
She left behind a letter on the doorstep, then vanished into the mist.
The letter read:
"A soul bearing dual marks — if it wishes to exist between two worlds,
It must undergo a Yin-Yang Wedding.
One final rite.
The price: Half the life of the one who vows alongside."
Linh Nguyet read it again and again.
Another wedding — but this time, not a ceremony of love.
A ritual of sacrifice.
"No!" she cried. "I won't let you lose anything more because of me!"
But Luc Trac only smiled — soft and resolute:
"I've already lost you once.
If giving up half my life keeps you beside me…
Then it's a price I'll gladly pay."
Three nights later, the Yin-Yang Wedding was held in the ancestral crypt.
No flowers. No rings. No music.
Only two red coffins, draped in white cloth.
Linh Nguyet lay in one. Luc Trac in the other.
Between them, an ancient incense burner, fueled by their own blood.
When the incense burned out, their souls left their bodies.
Floating upward—
Until they met in the space between worlds.
No earth. No sky. Just a breathless, glowing stillness.
They reached for each other.
No words.
Just a silent touch of foreheads, and the sound of hearts beating beyond life and death.
A voice echoed from the darkness:
"Two souls, now one.
One life, halved.
One spirit, saved.
From this moment forward…
You are the Bride of Two Worlds."
When they awoke in their bodies, it was the dawn of the fourth day.
Linh Nguyet no longer saw blood in water.
She could touch sunlight again.
And her reflection — faint but real — returned in the mirror.
But Luc Trac…
He could no longer leave the estate.
Half his life now belonged to the underworld.
"Do you regret it?" she asked.
"No," he answered.
"Because from now on…
…you'll never fade from my arms again."