Chapter 927: Please Write a Statement of Remorse, Your Highn

e alike. Blood spurted everywhere, and they tumbled headfirst onto the snow.The crimson blood, and the pristine snow, mingled together, forming a breathtakingly tragic picture.Let me know if you have...Chapter 927: Please Write a Manifesto of Self-Reprimand, Your Highnessave married him, he is my heaven, my whole world.""A husband is the head of a wife, that's what I was taught from a young age: at home, one obeys one's father, and after marriage, one obeys one's husb...