[Traditional ancient saying + Age difference + Fighting for love with a sword + Abstinence and powerful ministers descending to the altar + Scumbag chasing his wife and regretting his heartbreak + Unforgiven at the crematorium of the whole family] Her husband won the top prize, but Suihe became the abandoned chaff. When the bride came in, Suihe became the lowest-ranking servant girl in the house. The mistress is oppressive, the mother-in-law is making things difficult, the husband is cold-shouldered, and there is a sister-in-law who is jumping up and down. Just when everyone thought Suihe would not survive, Suihe and Lihua knocked on the door of her husband's powerful uncle's room. "Please make the decision for me, uncle." Uncle Pei Yanzhi turns his hands into clouds and turns his hands into rain. He is a Shura that everyone respects. He is also cold and detached from the world, not close to women, just like the ascetic Buddha on the lotus seat. Looking at the charming woman with black hair and snowy skin outside the door, with tears in her eyes, Buddha's heart was confused. His big and well-joined hands held his thin waist into his arms, and there was an undercurrent surging in his deep eyes. His cool lips kissed the teardrops at the end of her eyes, and whispered coaxingly in her ears: "You came to pray to the Buddha, but have you thought about what to offer as a sacrifice?"
