The smell of blood.
Rich, viscous, with a hint of rusty sweet smell of blood, it was like an invisible hand, tightly strangling Su Li's throat.
Her eyes shot open.
What caught my eyes was not the familiar cold shadowless light of an anatomy laboratory, but a flickering dim red. The dragon and phoenix wedding candles burned quietly on the corner of the table, and the tears of the candles condensed into winding red hills, reflecting the new house in an ambiguous and strange way.
And she was kneeling on the cold, hard ground.
Every inch of the complicated and heavy phoenix crown and harem on her body was like iron armor soaked in water, weighing her down and making her breathless. The skirt of the red wedding dress had been soaked in large areas of dark red blood, making it clammy and stiff.
His eyes slowly moved downward.
A man's body was lying in front of her, face up, eyes wide open, and extreme shock and pain frozen on his face. An ornate dagger was inserted up to the hilt in his heart. The blood gushes out from there, staining his luxurious wedding clothes and her wedding dress red.
"Ah--!"
