"The peony pattern on this wedding dress was painted with your biological mother's blood." Su Yurou's silver scissors poked at my collarbone, and the scarlet wedding dress was embroidered with a strange fragrance. "When my sister wears it to get married in three days... She will transform from a bride into a gorgeous corpse."
The smell of blood mixed with the poisonous fragrance penetrated into my throat, and I stared at the gold-plated bracelet on my concubine's wrist - when I died in the previous life, this bracelet was hanging on Lu Mingxuan's belt and jingling. My nails dug into my palms, and the pain of rebirth and tearing made me laugh suddenly.
