My Wife Chose Me to Be the One Who Dies

"You're the captain in charge, right? Come on, pick one. The pretty boy on the left, or the muscular guy on the right?" I was her husband. Xiao Hu was the orphan of a martyr, one of her soldiers, and someone she had promised to take good care of. "Choose! If you don't, you'll both die!" the bandit roared. Lin Sa gritted her teeth. She pointed at Xiao Hu. "Let him go!" I closed my eyes. I'd already guessed. The bandit laughed wildly. "Good! What a fine leader! Then this pretty boy can stay here and die with you!" 1 I glanced at the wall clock. It was midnight. The squirrel-shaped mandarin fish on the table had collapsed, its oil congealing