In the dim room, only the TV set behind the man shed a few rays of light. I couldn't see his expression clearly in the darkness, but I could only hear him roaring ferociously: "I did it, it's me, so what?" He ignored my struggle and came to hug me, murmuring with red eyes: "You are mine, you are mine, you will be fine if you obey, it won't happen..." That memory is too vague, I don't know I remember how I picked up the watermelon knife on the coffee table. When I reacted, the long and wide blade had already penetrated his body. I watched him fall slowly in front of me. I looked at my hands covered with blood in horror. The smell of blood gradually filled the small rental house...
This is a sad love story that happened in Chongqing. Young love is always vigorous. Shen Yan thought she was brave enough, but she still couldn't escape the shackles of fate.