Qi Wuya naturally knew Sang Yan had a husband-killing fate, but he didn't care, and even crazily thought, "Yanyan, tell me, if you really manage to kill me, doesn't it prove that I am your husband?"
He chuckled lightly at the moment, not knowing that his words would soon become prophetic—he really was stricken by her fate.
"I think you've had enough of living!"
Sang Yan retorted coldly and then really started to believe she had the husband-killing fate—she might as well make his death worthwhile, having carried such a reputation for so long.
"How could I have had enough with you here?"
Qi Wuya watched her with a tender smile, unable to resist reaching out to touch her face.
"Slap!"
She smacked his hand away fiercely.
With a loud snap.
His hand turned red from the hit.
"We're about to get married—"
Qi Wuya said with a hint of grievance, "Yanyan, you are so cruel!"
Sang Yan was extremely annoyed by him and gestured dismissively, "Get lost, don't bother me, I want to sleep."
