[Angst] [Coercion] [Rivalry Between Women] [One-Sided Devotion]
Wen Qing couldn't make sense of it.
One small act of kindness had turned her peaceful life upside down.
One big shot after another came into the bakery Wen Qing ran.
Wen Qing stared blankly at the three of them sitting in a row before her.
The abstinent man in power, Zong Xiangzhu: "A Qing, come to me."
The sharp-tongued superstar, Chou Feiqiu: "Wen Qing, why are you just standing there? Hurry up and come home with me."
The sweet-and-cool loyal puppy, Jin Rui'en: "Sister Wen, I'm scared. Can I come home with you?"
Wait! Who are you people?
Chou Feiqiu never thought she'd see Wen Qing again in this life.
She still remembered the day Wen Qing left. The wind was so strong it blew dust into her eyes.
Wen Qing stood on the rooftop, her slight back bent as the gale whipped up the hem of her clothes.
Like a butterfly on the verge of breaking apart and destroying itself.
"Qing, come home with me, okay?"
The last time Zong Xiangzhu saw Wen Qing, she was lying in a pool of bright red blood.
Her white dress was soaked through, like a red rose stubbornly growing in the snow.
And his little rose had already drawn her last breath.
What Jin Rui'en regretted most was believing Wen Qing's lies.
She had waited in their rental apartment until she heard of Wen Qing's death.
Leaving the crematorium, Jin Rui'en held an urn that was still warm in her arms.
Jin Rui'en glared venomously at the two of them, her voice so hoarse it hardly sounded like her own. "You're both responsible for her death."
Jin Rui'en clutched Wen Qing's urn tightly, scalding tears falling onto it.
She said, full of resentment and hatred, "Wen Qing, you lied to me,"
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