I received an encrypted email from him before his death: "Wanwan, if I die, the murderer will be among the guests attending our wedding." My newlywed husband died tragically, and I was named "Kefu". At that time, everyone witnessed my joke. Was this love a carefully planned game from the beginning? It wasn't until I was sorting out my belongings that I found a secret photo of me in college, with the words on the back saying: Sorry, I'm going to lie to you for the rest of my life. What's even more frightening is that a cold electronic voice called late at night: "Do you like the bride's wedding dress? You are next."
