"Sure enough, Mr. Wu is a liar." He gently held the cold right hand, and the silver ring slowly covered the weakly hanging ring finger.
Bai Lan looked at it with satisfaction, smiling happily but sadly.
Lowering her head and kissing the pale lips, Bai Lan stared at the quiet and sleeping person in the coffin. She raised her hand to hold the corpse's right hand and clasped her fingers tightly. The sound of the rings of the same style gently colliding was clear and harsh in the dim church.
"I finally got to marry you, Mr. Bones."
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