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The words in the photo instantly transformed into countless sharp arrows, piercing straight through every muscle in Liang Yu's body, pinning her firmly to a gallows.

If the text messages are all true.

If Liang Yu had received these text messages three years ago.

She definitely won't marry Fang Ze.

Liang Yu's hand holding the phone began to tremble uncontrollably, and the trembling became more and more violent.

She suppressed the turmoil in her heart, tried to relax her hands, and tossed her phone aside.

Liang Yu could no longer fall asleep.

She even felt that the air in the room had become thin, and the spacious, tall villa had become crowded and oppressive.

She needs to go to a wider place to breathe some fresh air.

So Liang Yu took a taxi to the beach.

The beach was quiet at night, with only the waves constantly surging onto the sand.

The boundless, inky sea met the night sky, and as far as the eye could see, endless darkness enveloped everything.

Liang Yu carried her shoes and walked barefoot along the coastline aimlessly. The waves crashed against her feet, cool and refreshing, with fine sand swirling beneath her feet.

Fang Ze proposed on this very beach.

At that time, Fang Ze asked Liang Yu if he disliked his defective body.

Liang Yu asked Fang Ze if he disliked her defective hands.

Fang Ze hugged Liang Yu tightly and replied:

Of the myriad things in this world, I love three: the sun, the moon, and you. The sun is for the morning, the moon is for the evening, and you are for every morning and evening.

Married for three years, they never mentioned each other's physical "defects".

Fang Ze comforted Liang Yu in this way:

"I don't want others to see you in such a disheveled state. I'm afraid you'll be hurt by their strange looks. Just stay at home, and I'll protect you."

The two had known each other for six years, and Fang Ze had indeed protected Liang Yu very well.

So well that no one knew Fang Ze was married, and no one knew of Liang Yu's existence.

Liang Yu was merely Fang Ze's nominal "wife," kept in the villa.

Before that unfamiliar text message appeared, Liang Yu actually enjoyed this kind of protection.

She herself is unwilling to go to public places.

She is afraid of interacting with people.

She does hand rehabilitation exercises in the backyard almost every day.

The sea breeze tousled Liang Yu's long hair. She raised her hand to tuck her hair behind her ear, and as she slightly raised her eyes, she saw two beams of high beams shining on the embankment.

Someone drove up to the beach.

Liang Yu instinctively hid in the shadows.

She didn't want anyone to see her.

Liang Yu followed the shadows toward the embankment. After walking a dozen steps, he saw two people coming down from the embankment.

It is a man and a woman.

The two stopped side by side at the edge of the embankment.

From Liang Yu's perspective, he could only see men.

The man was tall and slender, with his hands in his pockets, standing by the railing gazing at the sea.

The man occasionally looked down and glanced at the woman beside him, his jaw twitching slightly as if he were saying something, before a smile appeared on his lips as he looked at her.

Liang Yu walked below the embankment, out of sight of those above, and without a care, she followed the shadows of the embankment toward the stairs.

As Liang Yu passed beneath the two women, the woman above suddenly gasped in surprise:

"Brother Fang Ze, look! There's a shooting star!"

Liang Yu froze instantly.

The leg that was about to take a step was slightly bent, unable to move at all.

Is the "Brother Fang Ze" that this woman is talking about her husband in the legal sense?

Liang Yu held his breath, his hands involuntarily clenching slightly and trembling.

The man's voice finally rang out:

"When she and I came here before, we often saw shooting stars."

The woman asked curiously:

"Brother Fang Ze, do you and Liang Yu come here often?"

The man fell silent and did not say anything more.

Fang Ze had only been to the beach with Liang Yu once, the time he proposed.

Below the embankment, Liang Yu, hiding in the shadows, seemed to be sealed in nothingness, trapped in place and motionless.

Their conversation was like a knife piercing the heart, but the pain was slow to come, leaving only a numb void.

How ironic.

Her husband was attending an important meeting in the port city, her husband was so busy that he didn't even have time to reply to messages.

I'm watching the sea with a woman in the middle of the night.

No wonder Fang Ze always resolutely refused Liang Yu's invitations to take a walk on the beach.

It turns out that Fang Ze didn't want to come to the beach.

She just didn't want to come to the beach with Liang Yu.

As night deepened, the sound of the waves crashing against the beach grew more and more intense.

Liang Yu huddled in the shadows below the embankment and did not go any further.

She was clearly Fang Ze's rightful wife, yet she dared not confront him.

She dared not confront the woman beside Fang Ze.

When she is nervous, scared, or excited, she unconsciously clenches her hands.

She didn't want to appear like a Parkinson's patient with trembling hands in front of that woman.

She was afraid of being mocked by that woman.

They mocked her trembling hands, mocked her as a useless person who couldn't take care of herself, and mocked her for showing her face in public and embarrassing Fang Ze.

Liang Yu hid in the shadows below the embankment for a very, very long time.

She watched as a faint white light appeared where the sea met the sky, and as the orange sunlight slowly rose from the sea.

It wasn't until dawn, when it was time for Fang Ze's daily morning meeting, that Liang Yu took a taxi back to his villa in Hongshanlinwan, the most upscale residential area in Haicheng.

After Liang Yu finished showering, he lay down on the bed to go to sleep when his phone vibrated.

She opened her phone and saw a message from that unknown number.

If you don't believe me, you can go to the top of the Lishan Cemetery and take a look.

Liang Yu didn't reply to the message, but he couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

She simply got up.

If the hilltop of Lishan Cemetery is indeed Shi Ya's tomb.

She was also very curious about what was there.

Liang Yu owns a royal blue 911 with a custom-made steering wheel. The steering wheel is designed to fit the size of her hands, with a vertical power steering lever. She can slowly drive the car by inserting her hand into the power steering lever and using only her arm strength.

She got into the car, turned on her phone's navigation, and entered "Lishan Cemetery" as her destination.

Liang Yu drives very slowly, never exceeding 40 km/h, so a journey that should take an hour takes her two hours.

Lishan Cemetery is situated by the mountain and the sea, boasting excellent feng shui. It is the most expensive cemetery in Haicheng. The price of even the most remote cemetery plot at the foot of the mountain can buy a suburban house for the price of a single, affordable home.

Those who can be buried here come from very wealthy and powerful families.

The price of cemetery plots increases as you go higher up the mountain. Because mountaintop plots are extremely scarce, they are so rare that they are priceless and hard to come by.

When Liang Yu drove halfway up the mountain, security at the cemetery became increasingly tight, requiring him to stop and register every few kilometers.

Just as Liang Yu was about to reach the summit, he was stopped by a security guard who said:

"Madam, the area above that is private property; you cannot go there."

Liang asked:

"Whose private property is this?"

The security guard replied:

"It belongs to General Manager Fang of the Fang Group."

The security guard's answer was as expected.

Liang Yu became even more certain that the person buried on the mountaintop was Shi Ya.

She said it bluntly:

"I'm Shi Ya's high school classmate. I've come to pay my respects to her today. May I go in?"