In Order to Vent My Anger on Xiaoqingmei, My Husband Locked Me in the Cellar

Gu Tingchen's little green plum is allergic to the pastries I made for him. In a rage, he locked me in the cellar. The cellar was dark and filled with a damp, musty smell. "You vicious woman, do you want to kill Feifei?" I cried at the top of my lungs, hoping he would let me out because I was afraid of the dark. "If I don't give you some punishment, you will still do these evil things. You should reflect on it." Hungry, fear, darkness, and helplessness were intertwined. Finally died in despair and pain. When he saw the highly decomposed body, he burst into tears.