I dressed as the heroine of an ancient sadistic novel, and the system asked me to complete the plot of "having my heart and liver ripped out by the male protagonist a hundred times."
Still not running? I turned around and married the famous "living dead" young prince in Beijing.
Rumor has it that he has been seriously ill in bed for many years and will soon die. I am waiting to be a widow and inherit the inheritance and live happily.
On the night of the wedding, my husband, who was supposed to be dying, grabbed my wrist and said with deep eyes: "Madam, I heard that you are waiting for my death?"
What's even more exciting is that there is a line of small words engraved on his bedside: Congratulations on being bound to the "Miracle Medical System".
