Only when they saw the floodwaters batter the village and town, leaving countless people dead and injured, did the convoy members finally believe me when I said the dam had burst.
The men, burning with anger, were all frantic with worry.
"Captain, you said Yulan was jealous because you bought snow cream for Yanfang but not for her, so she made up the disaster report."
"Where's my wife now? Where did my mother go?"
With a deathly pale face, Lin Zhenshu demanded to know what had happened.
I looked at Lin Zhenshu, who was still shirking responsibility, and shot back coldly:
"Isn't this what you wanted?"
In my previous life, I discovered that the dam was at risk of bursting. I immediately found my husband in the city, where he was shopping for snow cream with his white moonlight, and got him to come back and lead people in reinforcing the embankment, saving everyone in town.
But I never expected that day to mark the fifth anniversary of my husband and his white moonlight's promise. Heartbroken, she threw herself into the river.
My husband calmly retrieved her body and held a funeral for her.
He even told me she was simply too fragile, and that I shouldn't overthink it.
