"Madam, I'm sorry..." Sean Shan looked annoyed. She turned her gaze to the old woman's wrist, only to see that it was empty.
The prison of heaven and earth, which is invisible to others, is actually the pillar for the old man to survive.
"Are you afraid to recall what has already happened? If you don't recall it, does it mean it never happened?" The old woman smiled slightly. She reached out and stroked Sean Shan's hair, comforting her, "Don't worry, girl. Since I dare to talk about these things, I have really let it go..."
The half-dead bride was sent to the Zhao residence. The second son of the Zhao family, who was smiling foolishly, screamed in fear when he saw the bride's appearance, and fell into the long table in front of the wedding hall. Lord Zhao was even more furious, changed into casual clothes and went out to argue with the Cheng family.
As for the bride, no one cared whether she lived or died.
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