A killing and a fire destroyed Liu Mengrong's purest childhood, but she still enjoyed life with an optimistic attitude, just because of Liu Mengxuan's words: Your place with me is your warmest home. You only need to make a little trouble, and I will take care of the rest.
Until one day, the person who promised to be by his side forever turned into smoke and disappeared in the cold air. From that moment on, Liu Mengrong stopped writing words about happiness in her life.
Filled with hatred that hurts her heart, revenge, watching the people who ruined her happiness, lying in a pool of blood with mutilated limbs one by one, is her last extravagant hope in the rest of her life...
Dear friends, because some dear readers have given me some writing advice, I will not continue to update the article recently. I will update it every day starting from October. I hope everyone will pay more attention to it.