He Ming, the celebrity hairstylist of Jiangcheng, died by suicide, causing an uproar.
By day, I was a grieving family member outside the funeral home, weeping and nearly fainting.
By night, I was a devil with a glass of red wine in hand, brutally trampling a portrait beneath my high heel.
I'd had enough of playing around.
Standing at the police station entrance, I swallowed a pill of poison.
The ten-hour countdown began.