The night was dark, and the corridor in Dingbeihou Mansion felt suffocating.
Su Wan fell down on the cold mahogany floor in a daze. Outside the carved window, the cold wind carried snow particles and kept beating them against the window lattice covered with window paper. The sound was whimpering, just like the wailing in Su Wan's heart now.
"Why... How did it become like this..."
She wanted to raise her hand, but she felt as if all her strength had been drained from her body. She could only open her mouth weakly and mumble in a low voice, which was so low that she could hardly hear it.
In front of me is the white jade lotus lamp that has been knocked over on the ground, and the soup that is constantly flowing out from it. The soup smells of bitter almonds - this soup is the soothing soup sent by Su Yao "kindly".
"Su Yao... My 'good sister'..."
A fishy-sweet smell suddenly appeared in his throat, and the miserable scene of being doused with poisoned wine on his wedding night in his previous life flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern.
She remembered!
On the wedding night, when the hijab was lifted, what I saw was not the extremely handsome husband, but a glass of poisonous wine that could kill someone.
