The heavy rain had settled into a steady drizzle by the time the car approached the Capital's central theater district. Outside the venue, the atmosphere was a buzzing hive of energy.
This was the grand premiere of 'The Jade Phoenix', a highly anticipated drama that had drawn a crowded mix of celebrities, directors, major investors, and eager media outlets. Bright spotlights illuminated the rain-slicked red carpet that led up to the theater's glass doors, where photographers and reporters stood behind velvet ropes, eagerly snapping photos of the arriving guests.
For the general public, tonight was an evening of glamour and entertainment. For Chen Ying, it was a battlefield engineered by a ghost who refused to stay buried.
Inside the quiet cabin of the sedan, Chen Ying sat with her hands resting calmly on her lap, her dark eyes fixed on her phone screen. A sharp vibration pulsed against her palm. It was a text from Sarah:
