On our wedding day, he shot me dead with his own hands.
An arrow pierced the heart, and the soul was scattered.
Thousands of years later, I cultivated into a human form and came back with a sword.
He didn't dodge the first sword: "I owe you."
With the second sword, he grunted: "Have you relieved yourself?"
The third time, I poisoned him. He drank and said, "I will eat whatever you give me."
Me: "..."
I was kidnapped by my enemy, and he spent half his life trying to save me.
He was covered in blood and couldn't stand still. He asked, "Are you injured?"
Later, I held him and cried.
He smiled: "Don't cry, you are destined to be my wife."
However, I came here for revenge, not to get married...
Thousands of years of hatred, repaid with one sword. The red thread is gone. Since you can't kill, then get married.
Revenge failed, the City God became my husband again...
Chasing Wife at the Crematorium *Three Generations of Sadomasochism* The Matchmaker holds her own red thread
