"When the cold handcuffs bound my hands, I looked at the crowd behind me but could not find him." "Yu Xin, Yu Xin! Impossible! Yu Xin can't be you! You must have arrested the wrong person!" Li Juanjuan rushed away from the crowd and wanted to grab my hand, but was stopped by the police. She was anxious and shouted at me like crazy. Not knowing what words to use to comfort her, I turned around and put on my clothes. The large blooming blood flower faced her, making her cry heartbreakingly. "Yu Xin, how can you be so stupid! How can you be worthy of Qian Zimao! How can you be worthy of Ruoruo!" "This is the last sentence I heard when I was taken to the prison car. No matter how hard I struggled, it was useless. My Qian Zimao, my Ruoruo..."
