My Late Husband's Hand Caressed My Hair

Optimistic, brave, impulsive, living heroine Yan Wan got married, to a dead man. She walked into the Shen family mansion, hugged the tablet, and bent down in the dark hall. A sharp and harsh voice rang in my ears: "Bow down to heaven and earth——" "Two bows to the high hall——" She lowered her head through the hippa and saw that the hem of her skirt was covered with the luster of small pearls, as red as blood. I thought I would spend the rest of my life in this dark mansion, but—— On the stage in the mansion late at night, long pale sleeves were waving, and the actor looked back. Under the corner of her eye, there was a small red mole just like her late husband! In the study room where her husband lived, candlelight was lit for her every night. A gentle cold kiss, a gentle and compassionate touch... What kind of secrets are hidden in this century-old house? Did her late husband really die of typhoid fever? How could a dead man sneak into her heart just like that... ——I will not let you leave quietly with your grievances in your mouth. Those who hurt you and betrayed you, I will find them one by one. Then, blood for blood, life for life! ... The cold snow-colored arms quietly wrapped around her slender neck, and the cold breath lingered in her ears. "My wife..." I'm here, I've always been there. From being forced to love deeply, the distance is not very far. I took one step and you took ninety-nine steps. It's easy to fall in love with your deceased husband, just because that person... That ghost is you. In a certain situation that everyone likes to see, the female protagonist is stronger than the male protagonist, but it is not the fourth love, so be careful when entering. Purpose: Love will light up the beacon of life