I didn't eat the dishes I cooked last night, and they all went into the garbage bin.

　　The feelings of hunger and pain entangled with each other, ultimately causing me to faint on the bed.

　　Early in the morning, someone knocked on the door.

　　I drowsily got up from the sofa, walked to the door, and opened a crack.

　　When I saw the person outside the door, all traces of sleepiness vanished.

　　The woman's eyebrows and eyes were frosty, still wearing the same expressionless look.

　　I instinctively pulled the door, and the loud sound of the collision of metal instantly separated us.

　　I quickly put on a coat and changed into a pair of pants.

　　When I opened the door again, Jiang Yu's gaze fell on my face, sending chills down my spine.

　　"Is there something?" I skipped the pleasantries with her.

　　Her gaze shifted downward and landed on the space between my wrist and the doorknob, where there was a small colored tattoo.

　　Jiang Yu squinted her eyes and said coldly, "You got a tattoo on your arm too?" I didn't respond, and Jiang Yu seemed to take it as a yes.

　　The previously indifferent atmosphere suddenly turned turbulent: "You insist on being with that scoundrel and turning yourself into trash like him?" I know Jiang Yu has a sharp tongue.

　　When our relationship was at its worst, our words were like poisoned knives, mercilessly piercing each other.

　　But she can't mention Zhou Wei.

　　Because he is me, my only and best friend.

　　The faint scent of perfume from the woman's body infiltrated my nostrils, and the veins on my forehead surged, making me feel nauseous.

　　The previously quiescent stomachache made a comeback, and my hand tightly grasped the doorknob, trembling uncontrollably.

　　In the end, I couldn't hold back.

　　But the expected slap didn't land on her face.

　　Instead, she firmly gripped my wrist, her body temperature coming into contact with the old scars on my wrist.

　　I clearly saw a fleeting astonishment on Jiang Yu's face: "The scar on your wrist..." She didn't finish her sentence before I slapped her again.

　　The man's head tilted slightly, a large red mark appearing on his fair face.

　　I exerted a lot of force.

　　The scent of tobacco wrapped around my nerves, and a cold feeling of fear rose from the bottom of my feet, slowly crawling over my whole body.

　　I struggled to break free from her grip, and my wrists were already red.

　　I tightly held my own hands to prevent myself from trembling so much.

　　"Jiang Zhe..." "Get lost." I hung my head, staring fixedly at my feet.

　　"Don't touch me." "Get out!"