"Okay." Mi Yao curled her lips and then nodded, she chose another life.
...
The news of Changsheng's and Mi Yao's wedding spread throughout Immortal Valley. The villagers began slaughtering pigs and sheep to celebrate, while the people in the valley started decorating with lights and preparing for the wedding.
That night, Mi Yao went to bed early. While sleeping in a daze, she felt a cold chill by her side and quickly opened her eyes.
Standing by the bed was a tall and upright figure, Feng Yueming.
"How did you get here? Who let you in?" Mi Yao sat up defensively, ready to call for help.
But the man moved faster than she could. He rushed onto the bed like a swift jaguar, pinning her into the corner with his two large palms by her head, dominantly trapping her against his chest. His heavy breathing sounded, "Mi Yao, try making a noise and see what happens?"
The room was not lit; it was dark. But Mi Yao heard the light rain outside. It was raining.
