On the Chinese Valentine's Day, my boyfriend left me and ran away because of my sister's circle of friends.
"I really want to eat strawberry cake."
Late at night, I was forced into a narrow alley by gangsters, and the tip of the knife was pressed against my skin. I made countless phone calls in exchange for just one sentence.
"Ruanruan, be good, your sister is not in good health and doesn't like to make noises."
The tip of the knife sank into my body, and I endured the smell of blood, "I want to eat strawberry cake."
"Ruanruan, don't make trouble unreasonably."
Well, as long as I die, I will never be unreasonable again.