On the day Lu Jiao gets married, a gust of evil wind blows away the bride's bright red veil, and the guests' congratulations abruptly come to a halt.
The face beneath the veil doesn't belong to the prime minister's daughter at all!
Ming Yu calmly raises her eyes and smiles at him. "General, it's been three years. Do you still recognize your wife?"
Lu Jiao stumbles back three steps, furious and shocked. "Demoness! You clearly died at..."
"At my own husband's blade." Ming Yu kindly finishes the sentence for him. The next moment, a pair of green, slit-pupiled eyes appear in her gaze. With a casual flick of her sleeve, she knocks down an entire group of guards who try to subdue her.
Reading guide: Pure feel-good wish fulfillment, no angst. The heroine has never been love-struck.
There are several completed short stories on my profile. Enjoy!
Theme: Stay positive and never give up
