After Three Years of Marriage, My Wife Found Out That I Had Given Her Another 56 Years to Live.

In the third year of my marriage, I secretly put nine drops of my heart's blood into my wife's longevity noodles to extend my life. On the day he was discovered, He Lanci had just been told by the imperial doctor that he would not live to be twenty-five years old. She thought I was poisoned, and threw me into a nunnery outside the city with a divorce note. After three years in the nunnery, a lot of my hair fell out. At the age of twenty, my temples were as white as an old man's. When we met again, He Lanci's illness was completely cured, and he came to the nunnery with his new attendant to fulfill his wish. She dropped a string of Buddhist beads at my feet and smiled carelessly: "It would be great if you recite the Sutra so honestly." Until that night when the nunnery caught fire, she rushed into my meditation room and took out two fortune cards from under the pillow. Her number was changed from [twenty-five] to [eighty-one]. For my piece, only [twenty-one] is left. And I just turned twenty-one this year. She clutched her life card and trembled: "Who asked you to change it? Have you asked me?" I snatched half a book from the fire and handed it to her. On the title page was a line she wrote when she was fifteen: If you are willing to marry me, I will give you half of my life. Later, He Lanci invited the best magicians in the world to get his life back. The warlock said that exchanging lives requires two people to be willing. She knelt beside the bed and begged me to nod. On the last day, she held my hand and pressed it on the life card. I used all my strength to pull my hand back. Due to the backlash of the spell, my voice has been muted by the poison and I can't make a sound. On the table is a note I had written long ago: "My wife, half is too little, I will give it all to you." Intention: It's easy to make mistakes with sincerity, and it's too late to regret