In my senior year of high school, the school beauty, Song Shuyao, once came to me to borrow money for medical treatment and asked me not to tell anyone.
As it turned out, she used it to get an abortion. She hemorrhaged and died on the operating table of a shady little clinic.
Years later, Lu Jingnian-the untouchable top student everyone had once admired from afar-pursued me obsessively and proposed to me.
Then, when I was eight months pregnant, he locked me in a basement in the suburbs.
He cut open my belly while I was still alive and said, “This is what you owe Yaoyao and our child.”
Only then did I learn that before Song Shuyao died, she had held his hand and told him not to blame me.
But he was convinced I had deliberately killed the woman he loved and their child.
That day, I died under Lu Jingnian’s butcher knife, my eyes wide open in hatred.
Then, carrying a hatred vast enough to drown the heavens, I returned to the day Song Shuyao came to borrow money from me.
