Zhou Sicheng is a very clumsy person, without any specialist skills, unable to learn various money-making crafts. He idles away his days, while all his other relatives have gotten married, he alone can't find a wife.

Yet, he is also a very clever person, knowing what kind of people to target and how to act without facing retaliation.

At that time, I was still young, my parents had passed away early, leaving me only this house. Zhou Sicheng lived nearby and often came to find me.

At first, I didn't understand what that meant, just instinctively rejected and feared it.

I asked him, why do you do this?

Zhou Sicheng said, "Because you are cheap."

Later I escaped, left here, and went to college.

When I came back, I brought Jiang Yi with me.

I wanted to sell this house; Jiang Yi persuaded me to keep it, saying this is your home, a memory left by your parents.

But just thinking about Zhou Sicheng still being nearby made me feel uncomfortable all over.

He had aged a lot, his back had started to bend, yet he was even more disgusting than before.

He would trouble me when Jiang Yi was not at home, saying ambiguous things.

He would also behave oddly when meeting me on the road.

I could understand the meaning behind every expression on his face.

Sometimes, lying in bed, I would wonder why he hasn't died yet, how can he live so freely, while I have to endure such pain?

I wanted to tear him apart, I didn't want to keep pretending to be a kind neighbor, I

wanted to brutally avenge myself on him.

But I also didn't want Jiang Yi to know about these things.

He said I was the best girl he had ever met, that he must marry me.

I didn't want to destroy the image I had in his mind, nor did I want others to know about these disgraceful past events.

The result was getting increasingly worse.

Zhou Sicheng's initial verbal teasing gradually escalated to physical harassment. After I explicitly refused him, he became furious out of shame.

One night, he approached Jiang Yi, showing him the photos he had secretly taken one by one.

I could almost imagine the smug look on his face at that time.

Jiang Yi was thoroughly angered by Zhou Sicheng, he originally wanted to call the police and bring this shameless person to justice.

But just as I understood Jiang Yi, Jiang Yi also understood me very well.

He knew I feared these events being dug up again, knew I didn't want to be the center of gossip, let alone face the scrutinizing or sympathetic eyes of others.

He suppressed his surging hatred, ordered Zhou Sicheng to delete the photos, forbade him from harassing me again, and gave him a stern beating.

When facing me, he acted as if nothing had ever happened.

Zhou Sicheng was no match for Jiang Yi. After the beating, he couldn't swallow the insult and, being a coward who bullied the weak and feared the strong, sat in the parking lot waiting until I got off work and went home.

He wanted to replay his old tricks, knowing I could not fight him alone. But as luck would have it, Wang Mengyao was also back.

If Zhou Sicheng had any sense, he would have known to leave quickly, but he had been drinking, drunk and delusional, he even thought he could capture both of us.

Wang Mengyao pulled an ashtray from the car, while I grabbed the extinguisher nearby. We smashed him for a long time, bashing his head into a bloody pulp.

Zhou Sicheng finally died, a miserable death.

I killed him with my own hands.

Together with the girl he once looked down upon the most.