Summary
Lotus Born from a Corpse Everyone in town said that Gu Changheng had crawled his way back from a pile of corpses.
I didn’t believe them. Until our wedding night, when he held my hand and begged me not to light the lamp.
“Jiang Zhaoying, there’s something on my face.”
I insisted on seeing it.
The moment the lamp flickered to life, I saw that half of his face was covered in a Lotus Mark, while the other half belonged to the boy I had buried with my own two hands seven years ago.