My Husband Died in Love at My Birthday Party

My husband committed suicide at my birthday party. The birthday gift he left me was a love letter written in blood, but it was not written to me, but to his Bai Yueguang Ruan Zhi. "It's too cold and lonely underground, I'm here to accompany you." Ruan Zhi died, so he died for his love. After ten years of marriage, I had no idea that he was so deeply in love with Ruan Zhi. His parents came to vent their anger on me and pushed me downstairs. When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the summer when I was seventeen years old. "Ren Youyou, can you stop pestering me?" I threw his luggage from the second floor window. "Okay, then you can move out of my house first."