Young master, your wife is reborn again
Red quilt covers and pillows, red happy word window flowers, and red roses -
If MuLing hadn't said that Xu Shihan was dead, Mu Zi might have felt festive when she saw this scene, but at the moment, she only felt bizarre, and horrified.
The house was empty.
The smell of wine and blood rushed into her lungs, and Mu Zi's breath stagnated.
MuLing pointed to the bathroom inside, where Xu Shihan, wearing a red wedding dress, sat quietly on the floor, her head leaning helplessly against the bathtub.
Her eyes were closed tightly, her arms were hanging low, revealing a hand from the embroidered flap cuffs, and on her snow-white white wrist a flash of crimson wound blossomed, and blood gurgled, spread
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