When Ling Mu's body had been found all those years ago, it had been stripped bare. He had told himself she had been attacked by bandits, assaulted, robbed—anything but this. Anything but betrayal from the woman who shared his bed. His hands trembled as he slowly turned toward Chen Li, disbelief and horror etched into his features.
"You…" His voice cracked. "You did this? You really did this?"
Chen Li could no longer speak. Her eyes were wide, unfocused, her entire body shaking as if the weight of her sins had finally crushed her.
Hua Jing did not stay to watch.
She turned away the moment the truth was laid bare, as if even the sight of Chen Li now was too much to endure. Fu Jingrong was already beside her, his hand finding hers instinctively, steady and warm. Without a word, he guided her toward the exit.
They walked out together, past the stunned faces, past the chaos left behind, and into the waiting car.
Everything was finally coming to an end.
