On the night of the wedding, the Water Pavilion caught fire, the bride disappeared, and the groom died. Only the bride’s younger sister survived.
Bai Manhua, the bride’s younger sister, was at a loss. She had only gone along to her sister’s wedding, so how had everything ended up like this... Sigh!
That night, Bai Manhua had only saved someone on a whim, never realizing he was her sickly brother-in-law.
Years later, Bai Manhua regretted it terribly. If she could do it all over again, she would definitely let him die.
Sickly brother-in-law: “Manman, my head hurts. Come, give me a hand!”
“Manman, your sister has found herself another dog, and I don’t have a wife anymore. Be my wife instead!”
“Manman! I’m running low on blood. Come give me a transfusion.”
“Manman! I love you!”
“Manman!”
“Manman!”
Bai Manhua smacked him. “You’re so annoying! You keep calling me Manman all day long. Can’t you just shut up?”
If our meeting, our love, were nothing more than a script fate had written long ago, and every feeling of love and sorrow were deceptions directed by outside forces,
would you still love me?
Would I still be the one in your heart?
Would we still fall in love?
