The bloody smell in my throat suddenly turned into a bitter medicinal smell, and I suddenly grabbed the edge of the bed - my hands had not been broken by Xie Mingzhao, and my nails were stained with the most popular impatiens juice three days before the wedding.
Su Yuyao's graceful back was reflected in the bronze mirror. She was shaking the white powder into my soothing soup. In my previous life, this bowl of anti-pregnant medicine caused me to be criticized by the Xie family for being infertile for three years. Now the jade bracelet on her wrist jingled softly. It was supposed to be the dowry left by my biological mother to my eldest daughter-in-law.
