Liu Xu'er, an orphan girl who was raised in a Yaolu, picked up a poor scholar and got married to her.
He would boil brown sugar water when she was drying herbs, leave a door light on when she came back from the market, and even quarrel would only say "Don't be angry, ma'am" with red eyes and tail.
Until I came home that night and bumped into——
The person who slit the throat of the man in black with the cold blade was actually her scholar husband, whose bloody fingertips were gently wiping the peace knot she had given him.
"Are Xu'er hungry?"
The blood-stained robe was still dripping with water, and angelica chicken soup was simmering on the stove.
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Later, rumors spread:
The cold-faced Yama slaughtered all the twelve linked docks, and half a pack of honey-soaked apricots fell out of his arms.
The killer picked it up calmly:
Concept: The sickly man picked up by the salty fish doctor turned out to be the cold-faced Yan Luo who was frightened by the news. Is it too late to return it now?