C115 Most lethal punishment

Late at night, the silence was terrifying.

Boxes of varying sizes filled up the area around Song Qiting, and it was obvious that every single gift was meticulously prepared by Song Qiting.

His gaze was fixated on the letter in his hand that was as light as a cicada's wing. Her beautiful handwriting was piercing, she wrote.

"Song Qiting, this is our first year of marriage