On the night of the wedding, my husband died in front of me. I plan to pretend to be a weak and good widow for three years, and then I can split up and run away after I save enough dowry. But my three brothers-in-law are very strange: the second brother protects me like an eyeball, the ginger tea brought by the third brother is always at the right temperature, and the fourth brother talks all the time but never tells the truth. Later I found out that they had all lived again. They didn't protect me in my last life, so in this life they are pretending to be more fierce than the other. It's just me, remembering nothing.
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Sometimes the daughter-in-law, sometimes the grandmother. Is she the sister-in-law or the stepmother? It sucks.
Sometimes the daughter-in-law, sometimes the grandmother. Is she the sister-in-law or the stepmother? It sucks.