It's midnight, and it rains like rain all night.
The candlelight flickering in the west wing of the Su Mansion made the figures on the wall sway, resembling a dying ghost.
On the bed, a slender figure suddenly sat up, his shirt soaked in cold sweat, his hair clinging to his forehead, and a pair of eyes suddenly opened in the darkness - as dark as ink, but burning with a fire that burned away the past.
Su Wanqing is back.
She is not the "God of Cooking" Mrs. Su who is crazy about love and devotes all her life to help her husband become rich, but the legitimate daughter of the Su family when she was seventeen years old, before she got married and was crushed by fate.
But memory is sharper than the blade, tearing open her heart inch by inch.
She remembered the bowl of warm Hexin wine, with its fragrant aroma and sweetness in her throat - and then the severe pain, as if her internal organs were being burned by flames.
She knelt on the ground and watched helplessly as Shen Wenyuan took Su Wanrou's hand and walked into the bridal chamber, with red candles shining brightly and laughter filling the beams.
