The ceremony was successful.

I revived my beloved wife Zhu Yingtai, but lost both arms and a leg in the process.

Her heart started beating, and she sat up, waving her extended tentacles.

Her eyes were lifeless, her face pale, and her expression stiff, like a walking corpse.

But when she started devouring that bloody piece of beef, I was moved to tears.

She's still so beautiful, and she will definitely wake up.

I sewed up the broken skin on her collarbone, where a butterfly had once flown out and been crushed by me.

That man!

Liang Shanbo!

That madman, the foolish one!

How could he think that turning Yingtai into a butterfly and being with him would bring happiness?

How could such a person be worthy of having Yingtai?