"Zhaozhao, it's me."
This time, Di Yao was jolted awake by fear. Although the dreams were chaotic, they were all connected, and she could piece together a rough picture. What she hadn't expected was that her fiancé was Lu Zhili, and the one she married was also Lu Zhili... All along, while she was alive, she had only known Lu Zhili; she had never known anyone named Wei Xunzhou!
So Wei Xunzhou had been impersonating her husband all along. At that moment, Di Yao's tangled thoughts became crystal clear, and everything aligned with what Meng Po had said—Wei Xunzhou had deceived and hidden things from her, and once he got what he wanted, she was of no use to him, so he left without even a goodbye.
But because she had already suspected as much, none of this in the dream was enough to frighten her. What truly shocked her awake was the truth about her own death and her parents' deaths.
On the day of her wedding to Lu Zhili—a day she had longed for, believing it to be the start of a new life—she never expected that the blood-red of the wedding candles would be outdone by the redness of her own blood. The nuptial wine, symbolizing a hundred years of harmony, was poisoned, and the groom Lu Zhili, along with his demon lover, was the murderer.
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