In the third month after marrying Meng Sinian, I committed suicide by slitting my wrists.
When the soul is floating in the air.
I thought I would see him crying bitterly, and the whole world going crazy looking for me. At least he would hold my body and kneel in front of the grave day and night to repent.
Just like in the literature of the dead, the CEO standing in the crematorium chasing his wife turned white overnight, the company went bankrupt, he had nothing, and he still had to die for his love.
But nothing happened.
Meng Sinian looked at my body and said, "It's bad luck."
He has no regrets, nor is he chasing his wife to the crematorium.
Instead, my death provided a place for his orphan daughter Meng Sisi, and she became Mrs. Meng.
I looked down at the knife in my hand, and the time went back to the day of the suicide.
Why should I commit suicide? It was never me.
Drop the knife and walk out of the room.
Before Meng Sinian took Meng Sisi into the marital home, I signed my name on the divorce agreement.
