It was a gloomy wedding hall, with red candles burning high, but I was wearing a wedding dress and wanted to worship the dead ghost in the coffin. Under the hijab, I sneered, and when the master of ceremonies shouted "husband and wife bow", I suddenly pulled off the hijab: "Wait! I have to test it myself whether my husband is dead or alive!"
The whole place was dead silent, and the servants rushed over. I pulled out the golden hairpin and inserted it into the seam of the coffin: "Whoever stops me has a guilty conscience!" The moment the coffin board was pried open, a handsome face was revealed...
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There are not many types, it looks very novel, I hope to see the husband of the hero detox quickly
There are not many types, it looks very novel, I hope to see the husband of the hero detox quickly