The red candle shines high, and the beauties come in pairs.
On their wedding night, she tore off the red scarf that covered her face, crumpled it into a ball angrily and threw it at him: "Evil man, do you have to harm me for the rest of your life before you give up?"
He bent down to pick up the red scarf and remained silent.
"Okay!" She gritted her teeth and laughed angrily: "In that case, let's just wear it out. If you don't let me live in peace, you will never be able to live happily again in this life!"...
One word becomes a prophecy.
Since then, there has been no peace between the two enemies.