She smelled blood. She squatted down to dig the earth, and her lover lay quietly in the pit. She reached out her trembling hand to his nose and found that he had lost his breath. She shivered back and covered her mouth to keep from crying, but the tears still flowed. The woods are too dark at night. When she got home, she decided to make a wreath for her lover tomorrow and think about how to get justice for him. One side is her brother, the other is her lover. She was in great pain. The next day she came to the woods again. The blood on the soil had dried up and turned dark red. The rose spirit helped her find flowers and vines to make a wreath and put it under the tree. Not far away, her brother is watching her. What she didn't know was that her brother was just pretending to be crazy. He has some indescribable thoughts on her, and he killed her lover to protect her. That man is not a good man. Only by killing him can he protect her from harm. She wanted to call the police, but she didn't<br>
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