On the day I tried on the wedding dress, a strange woman suddenly rushed into the VIP room, raised her hand and stabbed me. She tore the hem of my skirt and threw sulfuric acid at me with a ferocious smile. The cold blade had pierced my lower abdomen, and I fell to my knees in pain. Blood dripped down my fingertips, and then I understood. It turns out that my boyfriend of seven years actually had a mistress outside. Seeing the arrogance on her face, I took out my cell phone with my bloody hands and dialed my brother's number. "Brother," I said in a terrifyingly calm voice, "come pick me up at the bridal shop." "By the way, let me inform the Gu family that the engagement is void."
