Reborn on the eve of being murdered by my husband and best friend, I decided to strike first.
When he deliberately approached Gu Shen, he found that his eyes were evasive and his fingertips were trembling.
"Wanwan, don't touch me... I'm dirty." He pushed me away in a mute voice.
I sneered and mixed the poison into his coffee: "What are you pretending to do? How ferocious did you kill me in your last life?"
He grabbed the cup and drank it in one gulp: "As long as you can survive..."
Before he fell to the ground, he handed me a diagnosis certificate: terminal gastric cancer, dated the day before our wedding.
"Do it again... I would rather you hate me... Than cry for me..."
The crazy figure who hit the coffin at the funeral in his previous life suddenly became clear.
