Cold, so cold, this was Ye Hanxin's only feeling. She tried hard to open her eyes, wondering where she was? Region? The Palace of Hell? Or Naihe Bridge? Why is it so cold?
Ye Hanxin's brain was running, remembering that on the day of her wedding, her husband pointed a gun at her, and the bullet pierced her heart, and told herself that I don't love you, and that getting married to you and getting close to you was just to complete the task. When I told the truth, I felt my heart was broken. The person I once loved so deeply actually killed me. This injury was more painful to me than the shot that was given to me, and my heart was riddled with holes.
