Han Ruixin returned to the place she'd lived for three years, a place she couldn't call home. As soon as she closed the door, she took off her mask and, bent at the waist, collapsed onto the couch, gasping for breath.
Catching sight of her face, covered in acne, in the mirror by chance, she became so furious that she grabbed the mirror and smashed it on the ground, "Ye Shu, you dead bitch, it's all your fault, everything is because of you!"
Just as her words fell, she heard what sounded like someone knocking on the door. Startled, she walked over and peered out the peephole.
She would have been better off not looking. The sight made her blood boil. Speak of the devil, and he's sure to appear.
Today, it's either you die or I die!
Han Ruixin ran into the kitchen, grabbed a kitchen knife, and then, furious, went to open the door. Without thinking, she swung the knife down!
