At midnight on a summer day, there are few voices walking around the streets. There was only one cat with a pure black coat and a fat body, staring at two crystal clear eyes, flashing ghostly eyes, and meowing, and quickly penetrated into the woods next to a cemetery.

At this time, a handsome young man rode into the cemetery on a bicycle under the bright moonlight. The moonlight shone on his feminine and clean face, his big eyes sparkled with water, and his red lips closed tightly and thoughtfully. His soft and fair skin was as delicate as clotted cream, and large tears were shining through the moonlight on his face, and he slowly fell on the damp ground.

The boy put his bicycle down on the ground, walked through one lonely grave after another, and lay down on the green grass by the edge of the cemetery, looking up at the stars in the sky melancholy. In the darkness shrouded in the night, there are occasionally small lantern-like bright spots floating, flickering and flickering.

These lights are often mistaken for phosphorus fire by people walking at night, and they flee in panic. In fact, they are a group of cute fireflies who wander in the darkness of midnight with their flaming souls, selflessly lighting up another world.

That other world is where this handsome young man yearns for so much at the moment. He lay on the grass with heavy night dew for a long time, feeling that countless eyes hidden in the darkness were watching him. He finally sat up in the darkness, and a gust of wind that blew from nowhere, hovering around him, stubbornly wrapping around him, unwilling to leave.

The boy took out a delicate small glass bottle from his trouser pocket, sprayed it into the air around him a few times, and then closed his eyes in intoxication, twitching his nose vigorously and sniffing. The eerie air was suddenly filled with the fresh and fragrant scent of jasmine.

"Xiaoshuang, this is the perfume I prepared for you! Don't you like the floral scent of jasmine the most? Why can't you trust me? I will never be able to take you to this mysterious place to catch fireflies on a summer night. I can no longer hold your little hand and sing cheerful songs in the moonlight and pick wildflowers. I can't even hold your slender shoulders around your slender shoulders at noon on a summer day to catch butterflies in this unknown place. The boy, with his head deep in his lap, muttered to himself.

I don't know how much time passed, the boy got up and walked to the bicycle, picked up the bicycle and left.

The young man rode crookedly into a family courtyard and slowly stopped in front of a locked courtyard door. He took out the key, opened the courtyard door, propped the car on the side of the courtyard wall, and walked towards the house.

There was not a single light in the dark room, it was empty, only the wall clock on the wall ticking. The boy went into the bathroom, turned on the shower head, and cleaned himself thoroughly. Then, holding a white towel, he stood in front of the mirror and slowly wiped the water droplets from his body. He wiped the tears from his face one last time, picked up an eyebrow pencil and traced it in the mirror, and picked up another lipstick and applied it to his vivid lips.

The young man turned around and entered the house, opened the wardrobe, took out a bright red cheongsam, and slowly put it on his body. He stood in front of the bathroom mirror again, a poignant smile on his face. The beautiful figure reflected in the mirror is like a drama in ancient times, with endless style and hope for brilliance.

The boy turned and walked out, dragging a box from under the bed. Dusting off the box with a feather duster, and using a tiny key to open the delicate little lock, in which is a pair of bright red embroidered cloth shoes. The fine and smooth upper is embroidered with a water-pink peony, which is enchanting and gorgeous.

The boy put the embroidered shoes on his feet and walked into the bathroom again. He lay quietly in the bathtub, opened the water valve, and silently let the water accumulate deeper and deeper over his body. Just as the surface of the water began to dip into his mouth and nose, he pulled out a sharp knife from his close-fitting body and slashed at his wrist, which was as soft and smooth as a tender lotus root.

Crimson blood gushed out, quickly filling the bathtub, and streams of blood slowly flowed to the ground, down the crack in the door to the outhouse.

On the mirror above the washbasin, a few big words were written with lipstick: Lin Shuang, I didn't bully Xiaoli, and I didn't want to deceive you、、、、、、