Her voice, as she spoke, carried a hint of a low, choking sob, "Shi Che."
Clearly, there was something she wanted to say to him, but when she opened her mouth, all she could do was call out his name.
Shi Che originally thought Ling Chuxia called him just because she missed him, and he was about to tease her a bit, but then he noticed something off about her tone.
His brow furrowed slightly, and his voice deepened, "Chuxia, what's wrong?"
Shi Che's worried voice came through the line, bringing Ling Chuxia back to her senses. She tightened her grip on the phone, sniffed back her tears, suppressing the soreness in her throat, and finally spoke, "Shi Che, today... the newspapers broke the news about that night... and there are many... photos."
When she mentioned the word "photos," Ling Chuxia found it truly difficult to say, even if she knew those photos were not of her. But now, everyone would think it was her.
That night?
