She shook her head, her voice as thin as a mosquito's whine, "Impossible... I just saw..."
Before she could finish, Wen Tang suddenly thought of Lu Nianxin.
The hospital corridor once again fell into an oppressive silence, until the news spread quickly online, causing a huge uproar.
"#Lu Yun's Death #Wen Tang You're the Murderer!"
"If she hadn't been so heartless back then, how could Lu Yun have ended like this?!"
"Now you're done for, Wen Tang, you've shouldered the Lu Family's vengeance!"
Public opinion was like an invisible knife, slowly torturing Wen Tang's heart.
Her phone kept vibrating, every message was an accusation and curse against her.
Wen Tang's fingers slid weakly across the screen, and finally, she took a deep breath, deciding to shut down all social media apps, mumbling, "The truth… I must find the truth." She whispered as if making an unregrettable promise to herself.
