Jiaojiao Wuwife

In the middle of the night, Shen Qingyan woke up with pain all over her body, her head was swollen, she stretched out her hand to touch it, and the bed beside her was already cold, her expectations in her heart had been dashed, and she got up and changed her clothes in great disappointment.The palace maid Ziyi hurried forward, lifted her sleeves, saw the strangle marks on her wrists, and couldn't help sighing: "Mother, your hand is just right, why did you get hurt again?" Shen Qingyan froze, thinking of the previous madness, she couldn't help but sigh. Low eyes: "No...