Honeymoon

"Well, I miss my husband, so I went to bring it here." Johny always felt awkward when he heard this name. She always called that big rooster her husband, but she always called her real husband by his name and surname, which sounded as if he were a stranger. "If it's your husband, then what am I to you?" Johny complained as he turned on the bedside lamp. He then looked at Ceres's face and found that there were traces of tears on her face. Her eyes were still red. He asked, "Have you been crying?" "I'm fine." Ceres hurriedly dodged. "Why were you crying?" Johny asked sternly, turning Ceres's face over. "Nothing, I just miss my father." Ceres forced a smile. Johny's heart sank. If Ceres knew that the upright father in her heart was a killer with countless blood debts, her heart would have been shattered into pieces. She did not even believe that her father had killed someone, much less that he was a killer. Johny could not bear to tell the truth. "Your father's matter is already being han