Goodbye to My One-Sided Love

On my son's birthday, I met bandits in the wild.

When I came to my senses, I called my husband as soon as possible, but he hung up my call directly.

The bandit dragged me out of the car and stabbed me 50 times with a knife.

My neck was almost broken, and my internal organs were scattered all over my body.

They thought that I would die for sure, and they even said their names in front of me.

The group of people then drove away my car. I held my neck with one hand and covered my internal organs with my coat with the other as I climbed onto the road for help.