Half A Million, I’ll Marry You

Bringing smoke and Zhou Zicheng's first meeting was a blind date. The male side was tall and handsome, while the female side was short and poor. They had not even known each other for ten days, yet they were already talking about marriage. 
There was no high-profile wedding reception, just a low-key express ticket. Soon after the marriage, one crisis after another. Before three years had passed, both sides had suffered losses. Smoke dead, blood dead from a cut in the throat. Zhou Zheng died, in pain and loneliness.