On Qixi Festival, my boyfriend abandoned me and ran off, all because of a post my older sister made on social media.
"I really want some strawberry cake."
Late that night, a thug cornered me in a narrow alley, the tip of his knife pressed against my skin. I called over and over, but all I got was this:
"Ruanruan, be good. Your sister isn't well, and she doesn't like noise."
As the knife sank into me, I held back the taste of blood and said, "I want some strawberry cake."
"Ruanruan, don't be unreasonable."
Fine. If I die, I won't be unreasonable ever again.
