The voice on the phone repeated, "Hongyu is dead, and you know who killed her, right?"
"It was a hostess who saw the opportunity to marry into a wealthy family. This business is too profitable."
Shen Lishan's voice trembled, "You're lying... you're framing me, you..."
The phone hung up with a "click," and Shen Lishan took down his phone, only to see the anonymous picture sent to him.
Hongyu's body.
Pale and bloodless, soaking in the bathtub, her wrist's blood staining the water red.
"Boom!"
Another thunderclap exploded in the sky, frightening everyone present.
Someone muttered that the funeral should end quickly, or they would get wet without an umbrella.
Shen Lishan felt a "boom" in his heart, as if something that had supported his faith had collapsed.
Like this... this face... it was as if Shen Zhishu had died in front of him again.
Xu Ruyun died, the child was gone, Hongyu also died, and his Zhishu... died again.
