The wedding hall is gloomy, red candles blaze, and I’m dressed in bridal robes, about to bow at the altar with the dead man in the coffin. Beneath my veil, I let out a cold laugh. As the officiant calls, “Bow to each other,” I yank off the veil. “Hold on! I need to check for myself whether my husband is dead or alive!”
The entire hall falls silent, and the servants rush at me. I pull out a golden hairpin and wedge it into the crack in the coffin. “Anyone who tries to stop me must be hiding something!” The moment I pry open the lid, a peerlessly handsome face appears...
There are not many types, it looks very novel, I hope to see the husband of the hero detox quickly