Shi Yu put his left hand on his temple and pressed it repeatedly. The brows are slightly furrowed, and under the thick eyebrows, the pure and deep eyes are slightly blurred. A picture unfolded before his eyes. Yang Qingxue was sitting in a pool of blood and smiling. Her extremely pale dress was stained with scarlet, like evil flowers blooming. On the floor beside her were the man's scattered facial features, his cut lips open, and Yang Qingxue was applying bright red lipstick on them...