When the smell of blood under the scarlet hijab entered my throat, I burst into tears while holding on to the still-dry red marks on my wedding dress. Shen Yurou's words "Sister, don't blame me" before she died in the previous life are still lingering in my ears, but at this moment, the sound of joy is penetrating the sedan chair - I am actually reborn on the wedding day when I was poisoned by them.
