On Chinese Valentine's Day, a festival that is supposed to be full of love and romance, my boyfriend betrayed me on this day. He came to me overnight to apologize. I should have said no, but I relented and went downstairs to meet him and give him a chance to explain. Five minutes later, everything changed. My boyfriend's tears and regret turned into madness and cruelty. He cut off my head and put it in his suitcase. I will never die with my eyes closed. I was reborn and returned to that Chinese Valentine's Day night. Downstairs, my boyfriend cried again: "Baby, I was wrong, please come downstairs, please?" This time, I knew the truth and what would happen next. I won't make the same mistake again!
