Summary
The day before my sugar daddy came back from his business trip, I broke up with him.
He lay on my bed and gave a cold laugh.
“So you do have a temper after all.”
“Where are you hiding?”
In truth, there was only a mattress between us.
My body had been wrapped in layer after layer of plastic film.
Activated charcoal had been packed between every layer, with cat litter poured in to fill the gaps.
My corpse slowly rotted, yet not a trace of the smell escaped.
Later, Fu Ming went mad searching for me.
But he slept on that bed every night and never realized I was there.
The only one who knew the truth was my cat.