At this moment, Yin Qi, still completely in the dark, inexplicably received a letter at home. After tearing it open, a disk fell out. A yellow sticky note was attached on top, with the words: Do you want to know who your husband's lover is? Those few short words cut deeply into her eyes.
When Yin Qi saw the scene on the screen in front of her—the shameless entanglement of a man and a woman—she went mad, picking up a chair and smashing it against the computer, along with anything else she could smash.
In a matter of moments, the entire study was a complete mess. Exhausted, Yin Qi collapsed to her knees on the floor, tears streaming down her face as she wept, her sobs starting small and growing into loud, wailing cries.
Why?
