She married Li Yeting as a scapegoat, becoming his fourth bride.
On their wedding night, the man gripped her chin with a vicious, icy expression. “What, a sinner like you thinks you’re too good for a cripple like me?”
Everyone knew Li Yeting was violent and merciless, the sort of man who always got even. The whole city was betting on how soon he would torture her to death.
Low-born and destitute, she had hoped to scrape by in this marriage. But somehow, she lost her heart, and her warmth couldn’t melt his ice...
In the pouring rain, she looked up at his godlike face, tears mingling with raindrops. “Li Yeting, either let me go or take my life!”
His eyes reddened. He snatched up a dagger and plunged it into his own chest. “Fine! Do you want me to give you my life first?!”
