I want to read a book like "I Framed Him, But He Was My White Moonlight". A modern heroine's revenge story about abuse, one updated every day, each one is different
After bankruptcy, I dumped my canary. He left without hesitating for a second. In the evening, I drank wine with my brother. When I woke up the next day, my canary locked me in the bed.
Mu Qiuyan curled up on the cold floor in pain. She felt as if her internal organs had been torn apart. But the pain in the body is far less than one ten thousandth of the pain in the heart. She looked at the man in front of her whom she once loved deeply. He looked down at her condescendingly, without any warmth in his eyes. "Zhiyan..." She spoke with difficulty, her voice as thin as a mosquito's fly, "I really have never... Harmed Qingqing..." Lu Zhiyan's eyes suddenly turned cold. He squatted down, grabbed her chin, and forced her to look at him. "Mu Qiuyan, do you think I will believe you? Qingqing told me before she died that it was you who pushed her downstairs!" His voice was full of anger and hatred, "Did you know that she was still carrying my child in her belly!" Mu Qiuyan's tears fell silently, and she shook her head desperately: "It wasn't me... It was really not me... How could I harm my sister..." "That's enough!" Lu Zhiyan suddenly let go of his hand, stood up, and wiped his fingers in disgust, "Your acting skills are really disgusting." He turned towards the door and coldly said: "From today on, you will stay here and you are not allowed to go anywhere. I will let you spend the rest of your life to atone for your sins!" The door was slammed shut, and Mu Qiuyan could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground. She looked at the ceiling, and her sister Qingqing's innocent smiling face appeared in front of her eyes. "Qingqing... Why..." She muttered to herself, tears blurring her vision. She remembered that day, Qingqing asked her to go to the rooftop and told her a secret. But when she arrived, Qingqing was already standing on the edge of the rooftop. "Sister, I'm sorry..." Qingqing turned around and smiled at her, then jumped up. She didn't even have time to grab her hand. But why did Qingqing say that before she died? Why frame her? Mu Qiuyan couldn't understand, she just felt so tired, so tired... At this moment, her phone suddenly vibrated. She crawled over with difficulty, picked up her phone, and found a text message from an unknown number. "Want to know the truth? See you at the same place tonight at twelve o'clock." Mu Qiuyan's heart skipped a beat. She stared at the text message, a glimmer of hope rising in her heart. Maybe... Maybe things can turn around? She wiped away her tears and stood up. No matter what the cost, she must find out the truth and clear her name!