"I saw it...The footage."
"…Then you know...the truth..." Ling Feiyi replied carefully.
Xia Lihua's grip on the phone tightened. "It wasn't what I thought."
"No," Ling Feiyi said. "It wasn't."
"There was a misunderstanding from the beginning." Xia Lihua's chest felt heavy.
Too heavy.
"And you know what happened to Lin Yueshi?" Ling Feiyi let out a sigh.
"No...what happened to her?"
"Dead," Ling Feiyi said as a matter of fact. "Yang Lingyun killed her the moment he found out her intention. It was staged by that woman and he was absolutely furious."
Xia Lihua's eyes closed slowly.
For a moment, everything inside her went completely still.
A tear slipped from the corner of her eye, tracing silently down her cheeks.
The silence on the line stretched for a moment after Ling Feiyi's last words, as if both of them were recalibrating—adjusting to a truth that had arrived too late.
