"Sister, take care of my bed, and I will ask mother not to punish you." My sister's smile was like a soft knife, piercing into Feng Luoxue's heart.
On a rainy night, her wedding dress was soaked with cold sweat. She bit the handkerchief and cut her wrists, using the blood stains to pave the way for her sister to be pampered.
Unexpectedly, the master of Yuling City, Su Mei, pinched the scar on her wrist and rubbed the wound that was still bleeding with his fingertips: "Does it hurt?" She shook her head, but he suddenly pressed her into his arms, his low laughter making her eardrums tremble: "But it hurts me longer than you do." It turned out that the most poisonous thing was not the house fight, but the fact that when she married someone else, she had to sacrifice her own heart.
