When the peach blossoms in Junshan Temple fell away, Mo Lingyuan realized that his father's words "bless my son with a worry-free life" turned out to be a lie soaked in poison.
She had been frail since childhood. When she was eighteen years old, her fiancé Li Yaoze "died" in Jiangnan. The Mohist family drew a clear line overnight and sent her to a remote villa to "recuperate" as an abandoned child.
Everyone said that she was the scapegoat of Jeff, and even the Buddha did not bless her.
But it happened that the man who was rumored to have drowned long ago sent her a letter from the sea of blood. There were no love words in the letter, only one sentence:
"Wait until I come back to collect the body."
Mo Lingyuan smiled. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and swallowed the wishing note from her childhood.
Since the Mo family doesn't want her, then she will take out the cancer of the Mo family on behalf of that "dead man".
She wants to bloom the last bloody peach blossom in the heavy rain in Bianjing.
It's just that she forgot that the more colorful the peach blossoms bloom, the faster they wither.
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The sickly Black Lotus heroine × the crazy and Machiavellian hero (running in both directions, everyone in the crematorium)
No rebirth, no system, pure old-fashioned plotting for revenge.
HE Warning: This book is a complete BE. The female protagonist must die and the male protagonist will never marry. Please proceed with caution.
Also known as "The Years I Was an Undercover Agent in Bianjing"
Intention: The deep love for death is the highest dignity for mortals to fight against the unpredictable fate.