My fiancé died suddenly on the way to get married, so I turned around and married his sick younger brother. On the wedding night, he coughed up blood and pretended to be drunk. I took off his clothes and deceived the dowager. The next day he gave me a banknote and I helped him check the account. We agreed to use each other and not talk about feelings. But when he pulled me out of the pile of dead people, I realized that this sick man's knife was more ruthless than anyone else's.
