Shasha and Nini are indeed large fierce dogs.

When our son was one year old, they had already shown their ferocious nature, biting to death several small dogs in the neighborhood.

Because of the dogs, my husband often argued with the homeowners.

Every time, I would step in to defend him.

Several times, he was beaten up, and I sympathetically suggested, "Honey, keeping Shasha and Nini locked up every day is not good for their health. Why don't we move to the old house in the countryside?"

The old house is remote, with a cellar that the previous generation used to store sweet potatoes.

My in-laws passed away in a car accident at the beginning of the year, leaving behind a huge sum of insurance money.

My husband, without any hesitation, resigned from his job and moved back to the countryside because of the dogs.

"Honey, are you tired? Have some water."

Watching my husband, busy and sweaty, I poured a glass of water for him.

"This place is better, no one will bother us anymore." My husband looked happily at the yard, envisioning the future. "There's no one within a few hundred meters, they can run and play freely here~"

I smiled at him and said, "Yes, no one will bother us anymore..."

"Why does this water taste strange..."

My husband's vision became blurred.

He instinctively reached out to hold me, but I coldly avoided him.

Then, he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

I put down our sleeping child, looked at his innocent face, gently closed the door, grabbed Zhang Jun's feet, and dragged him into the cellar. His head hit the steps over and over again, blood snaking all the way.