The Cold Buddha Betrayed Me

My husband is a monk who has returned to secular life. He has a handsome appearance, like a water lily illuminated by the moonlight. What I like best is when he calls me "Wanwan" with restraint and emotion. On the day I gave birth, in order to save the princess, he pierced my heart with his sharp-jointed hands that twisted beads all day long. "Sorry." The cold brows were a bit apologetic, but the hand holding the knife was still steady. After rebirth, I held a bowl of poison and smiled. "Husband, it's time to take medicine."