After being a widow for five years, I live-streamed my marriage proposal and tens of millions of netizens witnessed it online. That night, "dead husband" Lu Jin came back covered in blood, followed by a global manhunt. Everyone on the Internet told me to run, but I pulled out a gun with my backhand. Because the widowed blogger who is weak and unable to take care of herself is my protective color. The national treasure-level agent code-named "Bana Flower" is my true face. Now, my dead husband with the ceiling of combat power is blocking me in a corner and asking with red eyes: "Honey, how many vests do you have left that I don't know about?"
