In the wedding room where the red candle was burning, Shen Zhaoyue stared at the winding line of blood on her palm in shock - this drop of blood should have solidified on her body three days later.
"Why is sister so careless?" Lin Chuchu's voice was wrapped in honey and poured from her head. Her fingernails dyed with impatiens were about to touch her wound, "It's unlucky to see too much blood on your wedding night..."
