I sat up in shock from the coffin, almost suffocated to death. I turned around and saw that the coffin board next door was also pushed open with a bang. My best friend poked her head out with a confused look on her face. We met the code. The wind was roaring. "The horse is braying." Very good. As soon as we put on a pair, just when we were about to climb out, the door of the mourning hall opened, and two handsome men The man walked in with a sad expression on his face. He was the wealthy husband of my best friend and I. My best friend asked me in a low voice that we were drunk and had a flash wedding. Do you still remember which one beat you? I stared at the two angry faces outside, confused, which one was my scumbag husband.
