On the wedding night, Xiao Che grabbed my chin and sneered: "The blood of the Shen family has stained my wedding hall."
I agreed with tears on my face, but I was madly complaining in my heart: "My hands are so cold! My makeup is going to waste! This wedding dress kills me!" He threw up his sleeves and wanted to leave, but his stomach grumbled unsatisfactorily. The air was dead.
I weakly pointed at the snacks on the table: "General, can you pack it? I'm afraid of hunger when the night is long." His back froze, and he slammed the door and left: "It's up to you!"
I happily jumped into the milk cake. On the first night, Xun stayed + had a midnight snack, and the plan went through.
Purpose: Under the threat of the Shen family, a memorial to the Jedi's counter-murder was written. This war centered on the peace of the deceased tore apart the family's hypocritical patriarchal skin and ignited the most ruthless fire of revenge in troubled times.