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The beautiful female high school student Haiyan died mysteriously. The police identified two suspects, but the case ended with one person dropping out of school and the other going abroad. The unsolved cases of that year gradually faded out of people's sight, but the lives affected were at a standstill. My younger sister Duo Yan and her mother depended on each other. She stopped writing poems and started plastic surgery, as if she wanted to transform herself into her older sister bit by bit. Yellow lemon is the color of the dress my sister was wearing when she was killed, and it is the lemon snack written in the poem by a senior member of the poetry club. In a flash of thought, it turned into the light of revenge and penetrated into the dark life of my sister. She found one of the suspects, but the sight before her turned her lingering hatred into endless sadness. And somewhere she didn't know, there were people who had been suffering the curse for years. Quan Ruxuan's words are like carefully cut gems, which reflect dappled light at a slight angle.