The spring wind was warm, and Jian Mo sat on the balcony, her white feet gently swaying. The man downstairs looked at her feet and frowned. "Jane Mo, get down here!" "Yang Zhexu, I'm not going to let you do whatever you want to me anymore." For a moment she seemed to be freed, and the colorful butterflies came out of nowhere and danced around her, spreading their wings. The balcony was empty except for bells of pure gold. "'Jianmo!'" Yang Zhexu's eyes snapped open, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. It was a nightmare. At that moment, an urgent voice came from outside the door: "Mr. Yang, bad news, Miss Jane has run away again!"

Ever loved a guy just to find out that he was gay?

A killer's love is something you just don't run away from. Like a deep trance you can't escape.