On their wedding night, he tied her up and groped her wildly in his pure white luxury villa, as if to vent his anger.
Before the wound on her back could be properly treated, when she was already dying, when the blood snaked down the ugly centipede-like wound, staining her entire back and the white quilt as white as snow, he panicked, and then he took her to the hospital as if he had woken up from a dream.
Finally, she was fine.
In the pale and cold ward, she seemed unwilling to even look at him again. She lowered her head and said to him coldly: "Mr. Li, please leave and stop disturbing my life. Please don't forget that today is your wedding night, and the bride is still at home waiting for you to return."
When he heartbrokenly returned to his bride, who had been waiting for him all night, the bride smiled and forgave him, but there was deep resentment in the corners of her eyes when she lowered her head.
He walked into the room with heavy steps, gave the bride a symbolic hug, and said endless fatigue in his lazy voice: "I'm sorry."
The bride's fingertips touched his slightly moist eyes and said softly: "You're tired. Let's go to bed early and don't think too much." She then took off his coat.
The bride's movement was stopped by him, and he turned around and left the bedroom, leaving the bride sitting alone on the bed in a daze.
That night, he and his bride slept in separate rooms. They tossed and turned all night long, with constant nightmares. The dreams were filled with her blood-stained body and her cold eyes that seemed like farewell.