After their New Year's Eve dinner for two, the woman went upstairs.
The young girl sat on the sofa, watching TV, but it seemed like she already had a premonition, frequently glancing out of the window.
No one knows how long it was, when suddenly, a shriek came from outside the door, followed by the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground and the woman's piercing scream, echoing through the entire courtyard.
Liu Mingxing slowly rose from the sofa, walking toward the gathered crowd, the scent of fresh blood mingling with the cold air, the distant sky lit by numerous household lights, splendid fireworks, and the lively sound of firecrackers.
She stood at the edge of the crowd, slightly turning her head to look at the man coming out of the car not far away.
At that time, Liu Jiantian was still very young, scholarly with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, impeccably dressed, full of grace and poise.
