On the day Jiang Mian rushed into the brothel with a rolling pin, the dice in Lin Xiangyi's hand suddenly stopped. Later, when she tore up the divorce letter in the ancestral hall, she discovered that hidden in the interlayer was a small portrait he had secretly drawn when he first met her - it turned out that this marriage, which started as a transaction, had already attracted his heart before he pretended to be a playboy. When the sisters joined forces to cut off the 9,000-year-old head, the blood was splashed on the wedding candle, and the one-year contract curled up into ashes in the brazier. The jade crown he put on her again, the pendant was the copper coin she lost when she was a child.
