The light in the cell was so dim that I could hardly see the man in front of me. With grief, I was devastated.
"Yes, I break up with you."
I couldn’t believe it.
Why was he breaking up with me all of a sudden?
What had happened to that man who would love me, dote on me and never hurt me?
Not able to believe, I stopped covering the wound on my abdomen to grab his sleeve. He didn’t dodge, but just calmly looked at me as if I was a stranger not worthy of mercy.
The blood slowly flew out from the wound on my abdomen, and I stared fixedly at him, asking with a foolish smile: "Brother, you are kidding, aren’t you? I must be dreaming. When I wake up, you would become the man who loves me and dotes on me! Yes, I must be dreaming. Only in dreams would I have this kind of nightmare!"
"If it’s a dream, would your pains be so real?"