[Crazy criticism of the innocent villain × gentle and bright kindergarten teacher]
When I was eleven years old, he called me mama.
When I was sixteen, he called me sister-in-law.
At the age of twenty-six, he pressed me on the wedding bed, his eyes so red that they were bleeding:
"This time, you have to die on my bed."
For the first time, I was his grandma. Love him, protect him, shield him from the knife, and die in his arms.
In the second strategy, he called me sister-in-law. He asked hoarsely, "Who are you?"
After saying that, I died in front of him again, and he went crazy.
The third time he attacked, he was twenty-six years old.
He is a very popular minister, has power over the government and the public, and kills people without blinking an eye.
I had a new identity, a new mission, and a whole new face. I thought I could finally settle down and finish the plot this time.
On the wedding day, the hijab was lifted.
The red candle was swaying, and he stood in front of me, wearing the groom's wedding clothes, and the scars at the corners of his eyes were getting lighter and lighter.
His eyes were so red that they were bleeding, and he rubbed my face with his fingertips:
"Yingying, I've been waiting for you."
"You died in my arms in the first life, and in the second life you thought I was going to kill you -"
He pressed me onto the wedding bed, lowered his head, and said in a hoarse voice:
"In the third life, I will sacrifice my life for you."
"I will pay for it for the rest of my life."
"If you die, you have to die on my bed."
