In order to take revenge, I married the son of my enemy.
On our wedding night, he lifted my hijab and sneered: "I know why you came."
"But you still don't know what kind of person you are marrying."
I hid the poisonous hairpin and let him tear the wedding dress into pieces.
For three months, we were a loving couple on the surface, but poisoned each other secretly.
He gave me rouge mixed with arsenic, and I gave him soup dipped in crane crown red.
Until he came back covered in blood on a thunderstorm night and threw me half a soldier talisman: "Quickly go!"
There was the sound of armor banging outside the door. He smiled and wiped the black blood from the corner of his mouth: "You think I don't know that bowl of soup is poisonous?"
"But I want to see more if you will look back for me."
