"Sister, this wedding dress is so well embroidered. When I put it on and be buried alive tomorrow, it will be even more beautiful when the blood is soaked in the eyes of the phoenix." Su Yurou's voice mixed with the thunderstorm pierced my eardrums. I suddenly pricked my fingertips, and a red plum blossom bloomed on the golden thread of the wedding dress.
The memories of my past life are like venomous snakes strangling my throat - tonight, this steaming bowl of soothing soup made me paralyzed unable to speak. I watched Lu Mingxuan strangle me with my embroidered wedding dress, while Su Yurou poured realgar powder into my coffin with a smile: "Sister is most afraid of snakes and insects, and I specially prepared this for you."
