On the day when Xie Huizhi killed Xie Kang, it rained like the water that washed her feet the night her mother died.
He held the bloody wrench and smiled at me: "Brother, now you only have me."
I wiped the blood stains from his cheek and thought, that's okay.
Anyway, when my mother's blood seeped into the cracks of the floor ten years ago, we were already accomplices - he was responsible for going crazy, and I was responsible for cleaning up the mess for him.
Purpose: The knife is not for hurting loved ones, but for protection