Xiu Jin took out a stick from a box of expensive cigarettes. He lit it up using his vintage-styled brass lighter. He started smoking at the veranda of the hall.
The way he blew out smoke was more like sighing. He gazed down on the green garden outside. It was also this green, their garden, on that fateful day.
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"Jin!"
The eyes of the younger Xiu Jin widened as Wong Xiaoyu dashed towards him, holding a baby.
"Look! Our baby looks like you!"
When her words fell, he felt like ice water was poured from his head.
Before he could even react, Xiu Lan's scream penetrated the hall.
"Aoiiii!" Xiu Lan was mortified to see the lady of the house faint, with blood flowing down her legs.
Xiu Jin harshly pushed his ex-girlfriend on hearing the scream. He madly bolted towards the staircase, hurriedly came up to find his wife.
He saw her lying there, unconscious, with blood oozing from between her legs.
