When she opened her eyes again, she was kneeling in the wedding hall, with a phoenix crown and a bright red candle.
The master of ceremonies shouted at the top of his lungs: "Husband and wife bow to each other."
Shen Hanyan looked down at his hands.
She stood up slowly and threw the red silk in her hand to the ground.
Xiao Yan stood opposite and looked at her with a frown.
Shen Hanyan took off the phoenix crown.
"I won't marry anymore."
Xiao Yan's face turned pale: "Why are you so crazy?"
Shen Hanyan did not answer.
She smoothly pulled out the long knife from the waist of the guard next to her, and put the knife on Xiao Yan's neck amidst everyone's screams.
Xiao Yan froze.
"Han Yan!" My aunt's voice was trembling.
The tea cup in Shen Heng's hand fell to the ground, and the broken porcelain pieces scattered all over the floor.
Shen Hanyan held the knife, came close to Xiao Yan's ear, and asked softly: "Tell me, who owes whom?"
Those were the last words he asked her before she died.
