The Second Part Is Terrible. My Sister and I Went to the Wrong Wedding Room.

The fate of walking into the wrong wedding room has been gradually determined over time. My sister and I were each protected with tenderness, our relationship grew deeper and deeper, and we felt warmth every day. There are no bloody disputes or sadistic twists and turns. The families of both parties are harmonious and trust each other. In the sweetness of the flowing water, confirm your heart, stick to your promise, fall in love with only one person, and spend the rest of your life together.