[###Suspense] On her husband's birthday, Li Qingmeng had two things to do: buy chickens for her husband Shen Yan, and go kill a man.
She pretended to be crazy, hummed nursery rhymes and painted plum blossoms on corpses, perfectly playing the role of a good wife and a madman.
Until that day, Shen Yan took the chicken from her and asked in a warm voice: "Qing Meng, what is the red color on your hands?"
