Somewhere in Northern Myanmar, twelve-year-old Hung Hsia wears a dazzling red wedding dress – the same colour as the blood that now drips from the slit throat of a rooster. The bird and the Burmese girl stood before the altar a moment ago, as newlyweds – the former as a stand-in for the absent Chinese husband, a stranger to whom Hung-hsia has been promised. Soon she must move to his country to join him.