Morri tragicamente na noite de núpcias e meu marido obsessivo enlouqueceu de arrependimento.

On the day of my wedding, I became a headless corpse.

My husband, however, was busy accompanying my sister to the MB 12-Hour Endurance Race. As they won the race and shared an intimate kiss, my head had already been severed, my blood splattering to stain my pristine white wedding gown.

Before I died, I made one last desperate call to my husband for help.

He replied, "Shen Zhiyi, your life is worthless. It wouldn't be a pity even if you died."

I closed my eyes in despair, letting out the most harrowing scream of my life the moment my head hit the ground.

After my death, my husband began to suffer from nightmares every night, dreaming that I had become a vengeful spirit coming to claim his life. Terrified, he built a shrine for me and knelt before my spirit tablet night after night, kowtowing in confession.

"Congnan, I'm dying. Please, save me."

Listening to my plea for help on the other end of the line, Bo Congnan frowned. "Shen Zhiyi, today is Sister Xiangyi's race. Can you stop pestering me?"

I had always been reserved, but faced with his harsh reprimand, my voice softened involuntarily. "But... today is our wedding day..."

Bo Congnan lost all patience. "It's just a wedding. If you're going to die, do it quickly and stop getting in the way of me watching Sister Xiangyi's race!"

I choked on my words. "I really am..."

Dying.

Before I could finish, the man on the other end had already lost his patience. "Shen