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Memories of the City Wall
When the bead curtain of the wedding sedan shook to pieces and everything was scarlet, I was stabbing the golden hairpin into the back of my concubine's hand. "Sister, what are you doing?" Su Yuyao's tear-filled mask finally cracked, and her fingernails dyed with impatiens were digging into the lining of her wedding dress. The broken heart hidden underneath shook off, glowing a strange blue in the sunlight.
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Love You Love Me Style
When the light from the crystal chandelier penetrated my pupils, I was holding on to the glass of champagne. The cold touch from my fingertips made me tremble all over - this glass of wine was mixed with ricin, which can cause cardiac arrest. In my previous life, I held it in my hand and walked towards the devil amidst the blessings of everyone. "Wanwan?" Lin Wanqing came up from behind, the smell of gardenia perfume mixed with the smell of poison. As soon as her fingertips touched my wrist, I t
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Overbearing Princess Love
"The peony pattern on this wedding dress was painted with your biological mother's blood." Su Yurou's silver scissors poked at my collarbone, and the scarlet wedding dress was embroidered with a strange fragrance. "When my sister wears it to get married in three days... She will transform from a bride into a gorgeous corpse." The smell of blood mixed with the poisonous fragrance penetrated into my throat, and I stared at the gold-plated bracelet on my concubine's wrist - when I died in the previ
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City Wall Love
"This dowry list is fake." My fingers holding the gold-sprinkled paper trembled slightly, not from fear, but from uncontrollable hatred. In my previous life, it was this thin piece of paper that made me the laughing stock of the whole capital on my wedding day - ten miles of red makeup turned into three carriages of rags, while my good concubine Su Yurou, wearing the jade hair and face that should belong to me, smiled at me in the wedding sedan.
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