My hands are stained with blood, but I ridiculously call myself the luckiest person in the world.
The protection of my family, the support of my husband, and the support of my close friends all stood by my side without hesitation and worked together to help me cover up the traces of my shady crime.
I originally thought that life could be lived peacefully with this luck, but for some reason, I have always been sleepy recently, and the past days of being in love with them have also become blurry in my mind, like being shrouded in fog.
The gears of fate turn ruthlessly, and the shadow of death follows one after another.
She is dead. But he can live well. Why?
You keep saying you love me, but now you leave me alone, why don't you come and accompany me...
What choice should you make if you inadvertently touch the corner of the truth?
The ending of the story is written by you.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
