My Boyfriend's Wedding, My Funeral

On our wedding day, Gu Huaizhi called off the wedding in front of everyone.

The crowd erupted in an uproar, and his friend joked, sounding impressed.

"Not bad. As expected of a young master from the capital's elite circles. You landed that girl so easily. I admit defeat, brother."

He glanced at me coolly, his tone languid.

"If she hadn't kept threatening to die, I wouldn't have bothered holding this ridiculous wedding."

I stood onstage in despair, blood already pouring beneath my wedding dress.

A cold voice rang out in my mind.

"Conquest failed. The male lead refuses to marry. Host will be erased in three, two..."