When my husband and I were visiting the church, a servant came to report that his cousin Meng Qing'er was about to slit her wrists.
My husband looked calm and continued to worship me and my wife. "If she wants to die, she will die. I only love Luo'er, and I will only have Luo'er as my wife in this life."
One month after the marriage, Meng Qing'er died in a miserable temple in a dilapidated temple outside the city. There was a jade pendant next to her that was exactly the same as mine. When the news came, my husband hugged me into his arms and gently patted my shoulder to comfort me: "Luo'er, don't be afraid. If you die, you will die. It has nothing to do with us." Although he had no children for many years after marriage, he had never married another woman. His father was even more satisfied with him and tried his best to support him in the official circles.
But I never thought that on the day when he became the first assistant, he would imprison me and torture me every day.
"Lin Shuluo, you killed Qing'er, you should have paid for her life long ago." After enduring these many years, I finally avenged Qing'er. "I live and die with overwhelming hatred.
But he didn't expect that when he opened his eyes again, he would return to the worship hall.
