I felt like someone was following me as soon as I left the police station.

I kept looking back, but couldn't see anyone.

Suspecting something, I headed towards my rented room. Just as I inserted the key into the lock, Xue Minglang's uncle covered my mouth.

"You little bitch!" He restrained my hands and controlled me.

Aunt opened the door, and Xue Minglang rushed up from downstairs. The three of them barged into my rented room.

Locking the door, his uncle took off his belt, tied my hands, and threw me onto the sofa.

"Mingwa, come on! Show her who's boss."

Xue Minglang started to undress.

"Luoxi, it's all your fault for being so cheap. You could have been a queen, but you chose to be this kind of trash!" He lunged towards me.

I struggled desperately, biting his arm. He winced in pain, raised his hand to slap me.

At that moment, a figure suddenly flashed out from the kitchen.

Cuiya rushed towards them with two kitchen knives.

Cuiya, already strong, wielding the knives, slashed his uncle's arm, blood splattering. The other knife went straight into his uncle's forehead.

Xue Minglang tried to escape but tripped over his half-removed pants. Cuiya stabbed him deeply in the back, piercing his lung.

"You dead man, I was the one you were supposed to marry, but you cheated on me behind my back!" She glared at his aunt, who was trying to escape, saying, "You can't run either!"

Cuiya chased after her with the knife, leaving a trail of panicked screams in the hallway.

I jumped off the sofa, ran to the door, and locked it.

Xue Minglang lay on the ground, lips turning purple, face pale: "Help, help..."

I shook my head at him.

Trembling and tearful, he said, "I had a dream that we got married and had a lovely daughter. The dream felt so real! We could have had such a happy ending. It's all your fault."

"We did get married, and our daughter's name is Yueyue. But life isn't happy and beautiful because it's all messed up, and it's all your fault, you and your mother."

Xue Minglang's face turned even more purple, unable to breathe, struggling in pain, he suffocated to death.

He probably never understood the meaning behind my words.