The police car's siren didn't wail; the red and blue lights silently rotated, reflected on Su Jiaojiao's paper-white face.
Two uniformed police officers stood in front of her, their expressions stern. One of them unfolded a piece of paper and read it aloud in an emotionless tone: "Su Jiaojiao, you are suspected of malicious accusation and attempting political entrapment. Please come with us."
Political entrapment.
These four words were like four nails, harshly driven into Su Jiaojiao's mind.
Her body went limp, and she collapsed on the ground. Old clothes from her canvas bag scattered, covered in dust. She finally understood how outrageous her mistake was. In this era, cheating on an exam was a scandal, but political entrapment was a crime enough to destroy a person or even a family.
Lin Wan Yi, from beginning to end, hadn't even considered her a rival.
...
A few days later, the gossip about Su Jiaojiao vanished completely from the campus, as if she never existed.
