On our wedding night, Lu Hanchen pinched my chin and said, "You are just her substitute." In order to save his sweetheart, he personally sent me to the operating table. There was a fire and I "died" without any bones left. Five years later, I came back with my cute gifted baby, all my vests were gone, and my hands turned into clouds. With red eyes, he knelt down and begged for forgiveness, trying his best to atone for his sins. I thought this was the end of chasing my wife in the crematorium. Until that day, he was poisoned with no cure in order to save me. Falling into my arms, he wiped away my tears with a smile: "Don't cry... I will give you my life to be reborn. This time, I finally don't owe you..." It turns out that the most painful crematorium is the rest of life separated by yin and yang.
