Under the dim light, a dark green-brown tie was wrapped around Xiaomei's slender neck. The white dots looked like snake scales, flashing with omens of death. The twisted shape of the tie is like a snake waiting for an opportunity to move, revealing its blood-red secrets, looking for its prey.
The slender white hands with bulging veins revealed the owner's unshakable determination. Xiaomei's fingers tugged on the tie desperately, trying to find a glimmer of life in this entanglement of death.
The air can be so sweet. She breathed heavily, realizing the hardship and beauty of life. She was still young and her life should not end like this.
Tears fell down her beautiful face, and the scene in the dressing room of the "harem" a few hours ago emerged in her mind. At that time, she was holding a cigarette and said with disdain, "Life is so boring." She never thought that these frivolous words would become reality so quickly.
"If it doesn't make sense, just go to hell!" Someone in the dressing room responded to her.
She didn't look back because no one there liked her. Her beauty became a source of jealousy and hatred for the same sex. But this is also her weapon, allowing her to easily stand in the eyes of men.
Now, this sharp dagger has been defeated by the tie of death. The irony of life is nothing more than this.
Her tongue stuck out uncontrollably, and the owner of the tie told her through actions: everything was over.
