The Chu family was destroyed, leaving only an orphan.
Fu Zhouye sat and watched the woman's sword-holding hand being crippled, her face blurred with blood, leaving only a pair of light-colored eyes, staring at him indifferently, like a dead person.
He smiled lightly: "The bones are really hard."
Then he abandoned her in Langshan and left her to fend for herself.
Two years later, the young master got married, and because of the unspeakable secret, he ordered Fu Zhouye to perform sexual intercourse on his behalf.
Fu Zhouye saw the young lady, and those familiar pale eyes were looking down at him with a smile.
Under the remains of the fire, You Ling stepped on Fu Zhouye's hand, pressing down on the handle of the knife inch by inch, smiling charmingly: "The bones are really hard."
He also smiled and trembled slightly as he tried to hold her toes: "Young madam, I have been secretly communicating with you for many years. Didn't you already know that I have a strong bone?"
You Ling sneered and kicked him away: "Go away."
But he entangled the hem of her clothes: "It's too late."
Small Theater
Fu Zhouye: I set the fire, and I killed your husband. I will avenge you. I know you lied when you said you loved me, but my love for you is true.
You Ling: Your revenge is over, what should I retaliate for?
Fu Zhouye: Hug me.
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Neither of these are good people.
Intention: Continuous self-improvement