"When I drank the poisoned wine in my previous life, Shen Yan's hands were still shaking. He said, 'My sister is treason, Yan'er can only be fair.' But the taste of this glass of wine in my throat was more painful than the blades of a hundred thousand enemy soldiers."
The red candles crackled and exploded in the wedding room, and veins popped out in my hands holding the hijab - this was the night Gu Tang planned for me to have an affair with the enemy's proton.
In my previous life, I was forced to retreat by her perjury, and eventually died at the sword of my most trusted sworn brother.
But today, I took out the sweat-soaked fragment of the secret letter in my sleeve - it was the "evidence of collaboration" that Gu Tang asked the maid to stuff into my makeup box last night.
I lifted my hijab, stepped on my gold embroidered shoes and crushed the words "happy" on the ground. Amidst the uproar of the guests, I photographed the secret letter in front of Gu Tang: "My sister's handwriting is much uglier than what I taught you back then."
Shen Yan's medicine box fell to the ground with a clang.
His hands trembled when he saw blood in the past, but now his eyes were red and he wiped the back of my hand that was scratched when Gu Tang pushed me: "Sister, I have guarded the tomb for you for the past ten years, and the white plum blossoms on the tomb have bloomed more prosperously than what you planted before."
It turns out that the sharpest knife is never in the enemy's hands.
Intention: Rebirth, brother and sister