Song Shi closed his eyes, staring at the face he'd seen for twenty years. His hand, somewhat unintentionally, pinched her chin and rubbed it. Song Shi said, "Don't you know how Fu Xiaoquan's first two brides died?" Rong Jin slapped his hand away, leaning against the wall as much as possible to distance themselves from him. "How they died has nothing to do with me, and I don't want to know." "Song