Zhou Yinghuai's voice took on a cold edge, "I'm asking you, when Chu Anning kidnapped you, did you have no intention of coming back alive? What do you take your life for?"
Perhaps from the beginning, Zhou Yinghuai never intended to get an answer from Jiang Tan.
After he spoke, the hand bracing next to Jiang Tan's body had fingertips that had turned white.
And he looked at Jiang Tan obsessively, ignoring the disheveled look in her eyes, and kissed her fiercely.
Jiang Tan, still not fully recovered from a serious illness, looked pale but did not resist.
With her eyes closed, she thought that, in the end, she was the one who had wronged him more; this wedding, filled with her own selfish use from start to finish, if Zhou Yinghuai ended up hating her, Jiang Tan would accept it.
The pain spread between their lips, with a bloody sweet scent; Jiang Tan's eyes were tightly shut, yet in the next moment, she felt Zhou Yinghuai's tears hit her face.
