The thing that Xiao Yan, the young minister of Dali Temple, regretted most in his life was forcing that woman to marry him.
On the wedding day, he put a knife on her neck: "You are just her substitute."
Shen Yan smiled and sewed his mouth with a backhand stitch: "If you mention that dead man again, next time I will sew your ventricle."
Later, he knelt in a pool of blood and held the sewn heart, his eyes full of scarlet red: "Yanyan, I was wrong..."
Shen Yan put on sterile gloves and looked coldly: "Shut up and lie down. This time, I also changed my brain."
