Husband, Please Just Make Do

Late spring, the thirteenth year of the Jinghe era of the Great Yue Dynasty. Chang'an.

Lin Wanzhu transmigrated one day and married a man in a pretty miserable state. No matter. With a face as handsome as yours, I'll heal you for sure.

Song Zhaoheng woke from a nap to find that his father wasn't his father anymore, and his mother wasn't his mother either. Sob.

At least I still have my dear wife.

This was originally meant to be a sweet little romance. But the platform wouldn't give me any exposure, and nobody was reading it. I couldn't bear to give up, especially since I'd already written 300,000 words in advance, everyone. So the author turned dark.

After I finish updating the chapters I'd already written, starting today, I'll kill off one person a day in the new chapters until everyone is dead, and turn this into a tragedy.

A broken, deranged, flopped little author, hahahahaha O(∩_∩)O hahaha~

Heh heh heh…