She still remembered that night when she and Pei Yansi got their marriage certificate and she was brought to the Pei Mansion. In the pitch-black bridal room, Pei Yansi didn't allow her to turn on the light.
At that time, Shen Heyu was not as composed as she was now; she was just a twenty-three or twenty-four-year-old college girl, severely lacking social experience. In the dark environment, all her senses were heightened, including the fear in her heart.
She was still wearing her pristine white wedding dress, thrown onto the cold floor. Sitting there, looking at Pei Yansi's silhouette, she trembled and said, "Her death really has nothing to do with me. She was my own sister, how could I possibly do such a thing to her..."
"You believe me, it really wasn't me..."
But the man just coldly sat there, his back toward her, staring out the night through the floor-to-ceiling window.
Even his silhouette seemed detached and lonely.
