At my best friend's wedding, her parents blocked the groom at the door when he arrived, forcing him to drink her foot bathwater. They even said they wouldn't let him take the bride unless he drank it.
My spineless friend kept pleading for help with her eyes, but I pretended not to notice.
After all, in my previous life, I helped her fend off her parents' humiliation, but she blamed me for her unhappy marriage, saying it was because I hadn't made her husband drink the foot bathwater.
So in this life, let her find out for herself whether a basin of foot bathwater can bring harmony to a marriage.
