The master's bride is dead.
Everyone said I was the murderer.
Once the shackles were imposed on me, I fell from being the leader of the sect to the altar and became a prisoner.
The man who had raised me for ten years took out the red-hot iron from the coals and pressed it hard against my face.
"You evil beast, kill her. I want your life to be worse than death."
The smell of burnt flesh filled the entire torture chamber.
But apart from the initial heartache,
I can no longer feel any other pain.
Later, I dragged my broken body out of purgatory and met my lover who truly regarded me as a treasure.
On my wedding day, Master dressed in red wedding clothes and barged into my wedding hall.
After ten years as a master and apprentice, this was the first time I saw him cry.
"Ge'er, Master is here to marry you."
"Don't marry him." His usually cold voice was trembling and hoarse, "How about marrying me?"
Intention: to clear up the injustice