[Rebirth + Chasing Wife Crematorium + Everyone Regrets + Abuse + Unforgiveness]
On the day of the shooting, my husband cut out my heart with his own hands and gave it to him for the white moonlight.
When I opened my eyes again, I appeared at my own funeral wearing a blood-red dress.
Facing the shocked people, I smiled coquettishly: "Let's get to know each other again, I am your stepmother."
Now I don't want love, I just want them to dig out my heart with their own hands and send it to the crematorium for me!
