He Siyan was terminally ill and had only one year left to live. I became his contract bride and signed a death contract: if he dies on the expiration of 365 days, I have the right to inherit part of the sky-high price of his inheritance.
The medicine he takes every day always makes me feel palpitated, and the housekeeper looks at me with a look full of inquiry and suspicion.
When he took off his gloves at a family dinner for the first time to show his pale, strong fingers, I noticed that the faces of the He family changed.
After the meal, he handed me a glass of wine: "Why are you nervous? Have a drink."
I took the wine glass, and the moment my fingertips touched his cold skin, he leaned over and whispered softly in my ear:
"Do you really think I will die easily?
"How about guessing - who put the dagger you hide under your pillow with your own hands every night? "
