Summary
On my wedding night, I woke to find my hand pressed against a man’s chest.
Blood was gushing through my fingers.
Someone shouted from outside the door, “The young madam killed someone!”
The man beside the bed opened his eyes.
It was Lu Wenzhou.
The person I hated most in the real world.
He clamped a hand around my wrist, his voice low and hoarse.
“Jiang Nanxing, don’t let go.”
“If you do, I’ll really die.”