"I came in good faith this time. It seems you still don't understand just how important that is."
As he spoke, Lin Feng jutted his chin, gesturing toward the small jewelry bag on the table.
Jiang Yun'er's brow furrowed slightly. She set down her coffee cup and slowly walked over to look at the bag she had been ignoring.
When her gaze landed on the item inside, and she took it out to confirm what it was...
On the part of the black lace shawl that covered her chest were specks of transparent, dried clumps. Jiang Yun'er's face instantly flushed with shame and indignation.
But when she saw Lin Feng's faint, mocking smile, a wave of delayed fear washed over her.
'How could I have been so careless? To leave behind such crucial evidence after that wild night!?'
This rather mysterious black lace shawl was entirely handwoven—one of a kind in the whole world.
