Lure the Butterfly into the Urn

The platinum chain on Su Qi's ankle had a bell. When he took a step, it rang once, and it rang for Fang Ciqian alone. He was the benefactor she saved, and he was also the madman who locked her up in Jingshan for a year. "You can't keep someone who wants to die." He smiled and kissed her bitten lip, and his fingertips ran over the lock of her ankle: "How could I bear to let you die? You have to live a long life." Until Chu Yu, who dropped out of school to work as a handyman, appeared. He would call sister with red eyes, kneel on the ground and rub the bruises on her ankles for her, his lips almost touching the bruises on her knees: "Sister, there shouldn't be chains here." She thought he was a beam of light leaking from the abyss, but she didn't know that there was a death file from three years ago hidden under his pillow. He was close to her just because she was Fang Ciqian's weakest point. Later, Fang Ciqian pressed her against the floor-to-ceiling window, and Chu Yu walked out of the shadows, holding her coat in his hand. One pinched her waist, his eyes bloodshot: "Where did he touch you?" One smiled and put the coat on her shoulders, and his fingertips slid an inch down her spine: "I touched everything that should be touched." Fang Ciqian went crazy. He put the knife into her hand and pressed it against his heart: "If you stab her in, I will believe that you hate me." She didn't answer and turned towards the "handyman" who always called her sister. Later, Chu Yu pushed her against the wall, inserted his fingers into her hair, and his breath burned the side of her neck: "Sister, I'm tired of pretending to be pitiful. Now, I want to see you look pitiful..." Only then did she realize that the one who picked it up was never a dog.