I wore a cheap wedding dress that didn't fit me, and I took off my red hijab.
As the blind heroine of "The Tragic Substitute", I should have been tortured to death by that tyrannical old man tonight.
But suddenly a row of bold barrages floated through the air: [Fuck! The servers of the two sites are corrupted! The substitution plots of the two books overlap!
The next second, the walls of the wedding room disappeared like pieces of paper.
The original old man is gone, replaced by the ascetic male protagonist who wears black gloves all year round from "The Bloody Buddha" next door.
He was holding Buddhist beads in his hand, looking at me who suddenly appeared on his bed, his brows raised slightly.
"So my little blind wife looks like this."
He leaned down and lifted my chin with the cold beads.
"Since we're on the same page, tonight's bridal chamber will follow my rules."
Mission: No matter what misfortunes we encounter, find each other and heal each other