The weekend ended, and Wu Yun returned to his monotonous routine.
On Tuesday, Wu Yun and Wen Meng had just finished their workout at the Martial Arts Hall. After buying some fruit at the night market, they were chatting and laughing as they walked toward the entrance of their residential complex.
Just as they reached the gate, they heard a scream.
"AHHH—!" The sound was so shrill it seemed to make nearby windows tremble.
"Someone's been murdered!"
On the side of the road, a young man with a trembling right hand pointed a long kitchen knife at a heavily made-up woman.
The man, his expression agitated, shouted, "I never thought you'd be such a slut, cheating on me behind my back! How could you do this to me?"
"I traveled a thousand miles away for work, and this is how you fucking treat me!"
"I'll tell you the truth! I've been back for three days! Three whole days! And you've been bringing this man back to my home every single fucking day!"
