I suddenly understand why some people become vengeful ghosts after death.

　　For a whole month, Song Yuanlin acted like a normal person, doing what needed to be done.

　　It's just that occasionally, when passing by the small apartment we used to live in, there would be a moment's pause.

　　On the thirtieth day, the police called again.

　　They said the killer had been found, and if nobody claimed the body, they would cremate it.

　　Eleven years ago, it was the same for Song Yuanlin.

　　He walked into the morgue alone and brought back two boxes of ashes.

　　When the drawer was opened, it revealed my body covered in scars.

　　Especially on the chest and lower body, it was a horrifying sight.

　　Song Yuanlin just stared blankly, not saying a word.

　　It wasn't until the police came over and explained the cause of my death.

　　"Unfortunately, the victim suffered three hours of inhumane torture before her death.

　　The killer used a dagger and a hammer to cause various fractures on the victim's sternum, hip bone, and patella.

　　However, the autopsy results showed that the cause of death was shock caused by extensive injuries." "What does that mean?" Song Yuanlin asked.

　　The police took a shallow breath, compassionately scanning my body.

　　"In other words, she died in excruciating pain." Cold memories flooded my mind, and in a daze, I could even hear the sound of the blade piercing my skin.

　　I couldn't help but curl up.

　　It felt as if those blades pierced through time and space, ruthlessly stabbing into my body once again.

　　It hurt.

　　It hurt as if my heart was being torn apart.

　　The man strangled my neck and continuously trampled on my dignity with words.

　　"What's the big deal? You're just a slut, why are you pretending?" "Don't think I don't know what you do!" "So what? Rich men can have you, why can't I?" I struggled desperately.

　　But blood mixed with tears as they flowed into my dry throat.

　　I wanted to ask for help.

　　But Song Yuanlin wouldn't come.

　　I wanted to call the police.

　　But my phone was lost when the man drugged me.

　　With Binhe Park under renovation, no one would come at this time.

　　The memories were intertwined with the colors of the dark night and crimson.

　　Only the chirping of cicadas on summer nights and the quiet lake could hear my desperate cries.

　　I think I can't hold on anymore.

　　But my last thought before death is still about Song Yuanlin.

　　Will he feel happy about my death, or will he shed a drop of insignificant tears for me? Cold water poured in, consciousness disintegrated.

　　There are no questions asked, and no one will answer me.