In This Life, You Are My Only Romance

She always thought he picked his brides the way people picked cabbages, dragging in anyone to make do. She’d been dragged in as a makeshift bride herself. “Have you heard? The groom has already had three fiancées die!” At those words, she fled the wedding without a moment’s hesitation. He was so good at killing off his brides, he’d taken out three at once. Add her to the tally, and they’d have enough for a mahjong table! “Why did you run away?” he demanded, gripping her by the throat. “I eloped with my lover!” “...” He gritted his teeth. “Where is this lover?” “Dead! You’ve already had three fiancées die, and you won’t let me have one dead lover? Then we can make a mahjong table with your three fiancées!” “...” His mistake was wasting his breath after catching her. He should have just bundled her up and dragged her away...