Chapter 21 Blood on the Floor
I waited for him at home.
The moment he appeared, I rushed forward excitedly.
Then I pulled the dagger from my pocket and stabbed hard into his chest—once, twice…
Warm blood spurted out.
When he fell, his face still held shock.
“Zhou Ke,” I looked down at him and exhaled, “I won’t expose our ugly secrets. I know you care most about face.
“Let’s end it like this!”
But unfortunately.
Before I could deliver the final stab, the paparazzi lying in wait pulled me away.
Zhou Ke was gravely injured but survived by luck.
I wasn’t afraid of him exposing me, wasn’t afraid of prison, wasn’t even afraid of death.
But when he woke up, he told the public I had a mental illness, that it was impulsive, and that he forgave me.
So my sentence was inexplicably reduced. For attempted murder, I was sentenced to six years.
The internet exploded. People called him the perfect boyfriend, said the Mu family was cursed to this extent, that we should check our ancestral grave…
What did they know?
I couldn’t help thinking—maybe prison would be quieter for a few years.
These years, it would be better not to see Zhou Ke, Mother, or Mu Weiyi.
But there was one person I could never let go of.
Officer Tu.
I still wanted to see her one last time.