The thing Xiao Yan, Deputy Minister of the Court of Judicial Review, regretted most in his life was forcing that woman to marry him.
On their wedding day, he pressed a knife to her throat. “You’re nothing but her stand-in.”
Shen Yan smiled and swiftly stitched his mouth shut with a needle. “Mention that dead woman again, and next time I’ll stitch up your heart.”
Later, he knelt in a pool of blood, holding the heart she had stitched back together, his eyes bloodshot. “Yanyan, I was wrong…”
Shen Yan pulled on her sterile gloves, her gaze cool. “Be quiet and lie still. This time, I’m replacing your brain too.”
