A blood-red sky, sheer cliffs.
An ancient palace stood at the edge of a cliff, with an endless Blood Sea stretching beneath it.
Waves battered the reefs, sending out deep, distant rumbles.
This was Mother-in-law's Weird Domain, completely cut off from the outside world and separate from reality.
When the Weird Bride had been injured before, Mother-in-law had brought her back to this palace to recuperate. But after her injuries healed, the Weird Bride had run off again.
At this moment, a hall deep within the palace was brightly lit.
Besides Luo Fan's mother-in-law and the Weird serving her, another Weird was present.
Mother-in-law had personally cooked several dishes and set them steaming on the table.
She untied her apron, draped it over the back of a nearby chair, and sat opposite the head of the table, her gaze settling on the Years Weird across from her.
The Years Weird sat there with his bowl and chopsticks untouched. His already stern face was now dark enough to drip water.
Mother-in-law waited a while. Seeing that he still had no intention of picking up his chopsticks, she finally rolled her eyes. "Is the food not to your taste? You haven't even touched your chopsticks. Are you giving me that look?"
The Years Weird came back to himself, glanced at her, then looked at the dishes on the table, all appetizing in appearance, aroma, and flavor. He shook his head, picked up his chopsticks, and put a piece of braised pork into his mouth.
The meat was tender, the sauce rich, and it melted in his mouth.
"I'm not angry with you," he said sullenly after chewing a few times.
At his words, Mother-in-law raised her brows slightly, curiosity flickering in her eyes.
She knew the Years Weird's temperament all too well.