On their wedding night, she thought that what was waiting for her was gentleness and sleep on the pillow, but she was dragged like a dog to the mourning hall. The person in the photo was Han Zixuan, who had been dead for many years.
Setting up a mourning hall on her wedding night and holding up the deceased photo of her enemy was a behavior that no one except her newlywed husband could do.
"Hold up! Kneel down!" His voice was as cold as Shura from hell, but he only showed a smile to the person in the photo.
She held up the photo stubbornly, kneeling like a sinner in the wedding room, as humble as a domestic dog.
He hated her and couldn't get rid of his anger no matter how much he tortured this damn woman.
But in the end, when this woman's life was slowly disappearing, he panicked.
It's like grabbing life-saving straws in the air, helpless and desperate.
