Winter nights usually come very early. I looked up at the clock on the wall, and the time was ticking. He won't come. I wrapped my maroon shawl tightly, as if my heart had been gouged out. I remembered again, he wanted to kill me. But I am here to fulfill his wish. Why doesn't he come? What should I do if he doesn't come? I live in his world every day, and his happiness and anger can affect my emotions, so it is no longer me. The moment I fall in love with him, everything is lost. I can't find a place to stay, I can only be like a flower, gone with the wind.
I closed my eyes, greedy for the warmest breath in the world. I would give him whatever he wanted. He wanted my life, so how could I not agree? I smashed the cold teacup on the mahogany table. He would be happy. I picked up a piece of broken porcelain and put it on my wrist. After all, I am just a woman abandoned by love. Shen Yuan, from the beginning to the end of you, I really don't owe you anything. He just gave you a withered flower and happened to guess what was in your heart. The flower finally failed and sank into the deepest abyss, never to be seen again. On September 13, 2003, Shen Ning passed away, with a smile of relief on his lips.