In the wedding room where the red candle was burning high, the Hexin wine swayed in the glass cup and gave off a strange rouge color.
I stared at the familiar glass of poisonous wine in front of me, digging my nails into my palms. The severe pain when she died in her previous life still remained in her throat, and at this moment, Su Yuerou was holding the wine cup in front of me with her hands stained with kodan.
