Yamada Sakurako tossed back her veil, aiming it at his head, and with a sweep of her hand, the short blade in her grip sliced across Zhang Yi's throat, instantly sealing it.
A trail of blood gradually split open on Zhang Yi's neck, as he hurriedly covered it with his hands, his voice hoarse, "Wife, my neck feels cold, and it hurts a bit..."
The red veil fell on Zhang Yi's head, blood spattering, staining the veil a deep crimson.
Zhang Yi collapsed forward onto the red bridal bed.
Yamada Sakurako stood up, muttering to herself, "Sister, I've helped you fulfill your first wish."
She walked to the door, pulled it open, and said to the two bodyguards, "Mr. Zhang is drunk, come in and help him out."
The two bodyguards were curious, how could he have gotten drunk so soon when he was fine just a moment ago?
They entered the room and walked towards Zhang Yi, who was lying face-down on the bridal bed covered with a red veil, thinking he was truly drunk, playing with the bride, Miss He.