“As the cold handcuffs bound my wrists, I looked at the crowd behind me, but no matter how hard I searched, I couldn’t find him.”
“Yu Xin, Yu Xin! No, it can’t be! You can’t be Yu Xin! You must have the wrong person!” Li Juanjuan shoved through the crowd, trying to grab my hand, but the police stopped her. Frantic, she shouted at me like a madwoman. I had no words to comfort her. I turned around, showing her the great splash of blood blooming across my clothes, and she broke down, sobbing hysterically.
“Yu Xin, how could you be so foolish? How can you face Qian Zimao after this? How can you face Ruoruo?”
Those were the last words I heard as they pushed me into the prisoner transport van. The tiny crack in my heart slowly widened. No matter how hard I struggled, nothing could stop it. My tears could not wash away the grief in my heart. My Qian Zimao, my Ruoruo...”
