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Ruan Piaoyue did not expect to see her sister who had died five years ago in the Buddhist hall. But it doesn't matter, she's going to die anyway...

Yuan Jinhuan died seven days ago. Because he was still not obedient enough, he was put in a reflection room and given electric shocks. After he became incontinent, the teacher in the gentleman's training class thought he was too sloppy and gave him a bath in boiling water. When he was shaking in pain, the only person he could turn to for help was his wife of six years, Motoori Qian. But when he called, Yuan Zheqian's tone was extremely impatient: "Didn't I tell you not to disturb me if you have nothing to do?" "It's Asheng's birthday today, let's wait until after the birthday to talk about big things!" Yuan Jinhuan abandoned his self-esteem and begged hoarsely: "I was wrong, I know I was wrong, please save me, save me..." He thought that his bowing his head could earn Yuan Zheqian's compassion. In any case, they have been married and shared the same bed for six years. She should always be a little soft-hearted towards him, right? But Yuan Zheqian didn't! Hearing this, Yuan Zheqian just sneered: "Now that you know how to be clever and pretend to be good, what were you doing when you drugged me and sent Asheng away?" "It seems that the training class is indeed useful, and you know how to control your temper." "Then continue to stay. When I need you when I need you, I will pick you back naturally!" A "beep" cut off sound came from the mobile phone, and Yuan Jinhuan's last hope was completely extinguished. He closed his eyes and lost his last breath of life. Unexpectedly, after turning into a soul, Yuan Zheqian came to take him home in order to let him donate a kidney to Bai Yueguang. I actually saw his soul! "Let's go back." But he is obviously dead...