Prologue, the floral affair has come to an end

Nothing is clear, not even the face that is close at hand, which appears blurred.

She finally became anxious, the remnants of sleep dissipating completely—who is it? ... Name, surname, origin, past ...? ... Who is she? She forcefully thrust her hand into her disheveled hair, as if a thousand needles were pricking her brain; the more she thought, the more unbearable the pain became

What meets the eye is a vivid expanse of red

There must have been a grand banquet here, yet now only overturned tables and chairs remain, leaving a scene of utter disarray. On the stage in the center of the courtyard, the ornate floral sign has been damaged beyond recognition, with only faint traces of the characters and a large "happiness" character visible. She speculates that it might be the name of the newlyweds, and just as she is about to step forward to see clearly, a sudden sound of footsteps arises behind her

The enchanting love they had just experienced was merely a fleeting spring dream. She suddenly felt a bit embarrassed, turning her head to look around and saw herself lying on a magnificent carved bed, covered with a brocade quilt woven from flowing satin, all in shades of red, adorned with gold and silver threads embroidered with a hundred sons wishing for longevity, exuding a festive atmosphere

A sudden loud noise crashed into her eardrums, and she let out a scream, opening her eyes

The gentle murmurs lingering by her ear, though indistinct, resonate deeply with an enduring tenderness. She cannot see the scenery around her, yet she can feel the intimacy of the embrace. In a state of drowsiness and confusion, she resembles a wandering soul, gradually transforming into the fleeting images of flowers in a mirror and the moon's reflection in water. It seems that as long as she remains in this state of blissful intoxication, she can share this life forever.

But she did not know where to go, and along the way, she saw countless already stiff corpses, pairs of lifeless eyes staring at her. In a panic, she stumbled aimlessly, falling countless times, and getting up again and again from the bodies, her hands stained with sticky blood. Each flash of lightning and rumble of thunder left her in a state of panic, as if she were in a vast graveyard, the entire world having abandoned her

The person's brows and eyes are delicately beautiful; she can touch his slender and exquisite jawline with just a slight lift of her hand, her fingertips entangled in the soft, jet-black long hair, covering their bare shoulders.

What place is this? What terrible events have actually occurred?

How could she fall asleep in a place like this? ... Wasn't she ... ... wasn't she at ... ... where was she before? What was she doing? ... She ...? ... Who exactly is she?

The bright light flashed and vanished, yet she saw it clearly; broken weapons and severed limbs lay scattered across the ground, large pools of blood frozen into ice. This place must have witnessed an extremely brutal battle, with no one surviving in the end

The bright red phoenix adorns the peony with a seven-layered silk canopy, with golden silk tassels and pearls hanging from each corner, creating a dazzling display of brilliance

She let out a scream, leaning against the column of hetushu.com, bending down and retching incessantly, yet her stomach was completely empty, only filled with a burning pain.

She suddenly turned her head

... ... Momo, I have arrived late ... ...

After thinking for a moment, she was already drenched in cold sweat. She gasped as she propped herself up, allowing the brocade quilt to slip from her shoulders, revealing her completely bare body beneath the next layer of pure white

In the pale white snow, large patches of brown stains spread out, and wherever the eye could see, there were people lying in disarray on the ground

The metallic scent of blood in the air mingles with the raindrops that strike the face, accompanied by the thunder that follows the lightning, tearing at the heart in an instant

She hurriedly grabbed the quilt to cover her chest. Just a few movements left her feeling weak all over, her limbs powerless. ... Looking at the disheveled pillows and bedding in front of her, she felt a bit dazed, unable to help but recall the indistinct figure from her dream—could it be that among the things she could not remember, there was a wedding and a husband, as well as ... ? ... the wedding night?

However, this place is completely deserted. If there truly exists a husband from www.hetushu.com, where is he?

Cannot see clearly

The candle flame in the corridor lampshade flickered uncertainly in the wind and rain. Through the curtain of rain that enveloped the sky and earth, the night outside appeared chaotic, and the surrounding silence was terrifying. She attempted to take a step forward, just as a flash of lightning struck, illuminating a section of the courtyard before her

She ran wildly in the bone-chilling wind, the rain soaked her red attire, the snow bruised the soles of her feet, yet she did not pause for a single moment

That was the sound of boots crushing the remnants of snow, accompanied by the sound of rain and wind. The approaching person did not deliberately conceal their presence, moving neither hurriedly nor slowly, steadily drawing closer.

A pair of warm arms embraced her waist, the palms gently pressing against her cool skin. In the moment she closed her eyes, she heard a sigh as soft as a falling feather.

Yet she happens to know it

A slender and graceful figure, accompanied by a flash of lightning that split the sky, suddenly caught her eye. However, before she could clearly see the person's face, she felt a sharp pain at the back of her head, and her body and spirit involuntarily collapsed.

I cannot recall ... ... even the warm and enchanting dreams from earlier have begun to fade ... ...

It seems that this is a new house

No matter what, she could not have imagined that what came into view was a scene even more terrifying than hell

The pavilions and towers flew by, yet she still could not recall anything

Why did everyone die, leaving only her alive?

Uncertain how much time had passed, she stopped in a spacious courtyard, her drenched wedding dress and long hair clinging tightly to her body, covered in blood, utterly disheveled

This feeling is almost driving one to madness

Who is she? Who is she? Who exactly is she?

These are all dead people

The increasingly violent wind and the sound of the pouring rain outside brought her back to her senses. Cautiously, she lifted the gauze curtain and got out of bed. Scattered on the floor were indeed the wedding garments inlaid with gold and jade. She set aside her shyness and put on the clothes piece by piece, then tightened her collar and gently pushed open the door