Gu Xue has always listened to Lu Youting's words and regarded him as a god.
I have been secretly in love with him for ten years, but I dare not tell him in person.
But her god broke her wings with his own hands and threw her into the endless hell.
On the night of her nineteenth birthday, he wanted to drown her alive in the bathtub.
She doesn't blame or complain. Because no one knows better than her that their relationship only consists of atonement.
Gu Xue's only wish in this life: I hope her god will hate her less after her death. May you always be happy and free from illness and disaster.
