Nan Wan Yan Gu Mo Ha

Today, you must consummate your marriage with smoke!,Nán Wǎnyān, her memories merging with the pain, felt it intensifying. As consciousness slipped away, she heard a man's cold laugh and his final words:,Air rushed back into Nan Wan'yan's nostrils. She retched out a large mouthful of blood, then slumped against the edge of the bathtub, gasping for breath heavily.。