chapter 6
I remembered that text message-the one that said, “The third party will die tonight.”
When I received it, I thought it was a prank.
Now, it seems like a final warning.
At this very moment, all regrets are useless. Ouyang has already stepped into the bedroom, a sharp Cleaver in her hand.
Step by step, she walked toward the wardrobe.
I began to tremble, biting down hard to keep my teeth from chattering and making a sound.
Bang.
Ouyang yanked open the wardrobe door.