The box contained a doll that looked like a bride with a veil and hair down.
The bride's eyes were gone and there were two streaks of blood on her face. There was a creepy cold smile on her face and a bloody knife was stuck in her chest. It looked extremely scary.
Nan Zhi swung the box away from her.
The man who had his face buried in Nan Zhi's neck, raised his head, and seeing her pale face, he asked, "What's wrong?"
Nan Zhi pointed with a trembling finger at the gift box she had thrown to the ground.
Mu Sihan released Nan Zhi, and stood up from the leather chair. Bending down, he saw that horrible doll bride inside the box.
He immediately furrowed her eyebrows tightly. He took out the doll and Nan Zhi turned away, not daring to look.
Mu Sihan glanced at the box and saw that there was no name on it.
"Zhizhi, it's fake."
