Ai Mu did two things wrong in her life. First, she trusted a scumbag and destroyed the foundation her family had built over nearly three generations. Second, she was the one who let go of Mu Zicheng's hand. These two things were like sharp thorns, buried deep in her heart. She could neither pull them out nor erase them; all she could do was endure the pain and hope for a moment's relief. When a sharp dagger, glinting coldly, sliced open her thin wrist, made slender by years of wasting away, Ai Mu knew she could finally be free. "Brother Mu, I'm coming to find you. Mu Mu can finally be your bride..."
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