I like Yanzhou so much that everyone knows about it.
I also wanted to marry him.
But he hates me.
He said I was a liar and a scheming woman, just like my parents.
On our third wedding anniversary, I called him with a humble tone:
"Go home, please, just this once, or I will die."
His voice seemed to have been tempered by ice: "Then you go die."
The beep of the phone being hung up and the system alarm sounded in my ears:
"Unfortunately, the host strategy has failed and is being wiped out——"
I died in the third year of our marriage, on my twenty-fifth birthday.
As a result, Mr. Yan, who hated me the most, went crazy.
