After Being Reborn as a Widow, She Found That Her Late Husband Had Changed His Face and Ran Away.

I have been a widow for Gu Changyuan for thirty years. Before he died, an anonymous letter fell in front of his bed: "He died at the age of three, and you are worshiping a killer in disguise." "The deceased husband who laughs at your memorial ceremony is holding his bride in his arms while admiring the beauty of spring." When I open my eyes again, I am fifteen years old again. When the sedan chair came to the door, I took out the scissors from my sleeve: "Wait a minute, let me examine the groom's face first."