The deadly poison was injected into her body, and Luo Qiangwei's pupils dilated...
Just a second before she completely suffocated, she thought she saw a tall, handsome man standing not far in front of her, his pair of black eyes watching her coldly and mercilessly.
Then he turned and walked away from her, never looking back.
She knew this wasn't really him, but just her hallucination. How could he come here? He loathed her so much, he surely would never want to see her again...
Moh Shiche, I've loved you for eighteen years, only to meet such an end...
She thought she had experienced the deepest pain, but even at this moment, thinking of him still hurt to the bone.
Love turned into hate...finally despair.
If... there is another life...
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Pain.
It felt like all the pain in her body concentrated in her head, a tearing sensation pulling at her nerves.
"Qiangwei, Qiangwei, wake up quickly..."
An anxious female voice sounded in her ear. Luo Qiangwei slowly opened her eyes, and the face that came into view was that of a familiar and dear woman.
This was her deceased... Mom?
She moved her lips, calling out somewhat incredulously, "Mom..."
"Eh, finally awake," her mother Ding Fanying helped her to stand up, and dabbed at her face with a powder puff, "Hurry up on stage, Shiche must be getting anxious. Really, child, how did you faint like that..."
Luo Qiangwei was led onto the stage by two attendants in a daze, the heaviness of her body made her involuntarily look down, only to find herself wearing a white, diamond-studded, fishtail wedding gown.
This was... the wedding dress she wore at her wedding to Moh Shiche!
And this place was actually the hotel's main hall, filled with guests attending the wedding banquet, and she stood in the center of the red carpet, surrounded by the most dazzling lights and countless gazes.
They say the dreams you have after death reflect what you cherished most in life. Had she been so foolishly in love with Moh Shiche that even in her dreams she returned to their wedding day...
Suddenly, a handsome and tall silhouette enveloped her.
Luo Qiangwei lifted her head. The man's beautiful, stern face clearly reflected in her eyes—
His features were impeccably perfect, his lips thin and merciless, a pair of naturally indifferent black eyes looked at her without a trace of warmth. He clearly had no expression, but his whole body was engulfed in a cold, noble aura.
How handsome Moh Shiche was, probably not a single woman in Jiangcheng didn't know, even men would admit it.
Luo Qiangwei gazed at the face she once deeply adored and loved. A mocking smile lifted the corners of her mouth. They say women are the downfall of men, but she felt sometimes men could be far more destructive than women.
This man was an example.
Her right hand was suddenly taken, not very gently. Moh Shiche's slender fingers held a ring, slipping it onto her ring finger—
His hand was cool, but its chill was a temperature she could feel.
Luo Qiangwei paused, and subconsciously curled her fingers to prevent the ring from being placed.
Moh Shiche's good-looking eyes narrowed, and his deep, pleasant voice sounded indifferently, "I don't have so much time to play games with you. You should be satisfied by now, and you should have played enough, huh?"
At these words, Luo Qiangwei was even more surprised—these were words he had never said at their wedding.
She remembered when he gave her the ring, she not only cried dramatically but also hugged him and tried to kiss him, but because he was so averse, she only managed to kiss his thin lips.
Could it be that dreams... can change the original scene?
In her moment of bewilderment, Moh Shiche already showed impatience, forcibly slipping the ring onto her ring finger.