The moment the light from the crystal chandelier penetrated my pupils like broken ice, I tightened my grip on the recording pen hidden in the folds of my wedding dress.
Lu Mingyuan's knuckled hands were hanging three inches behind my best friend Lin Muqing's waist, and the rim of the champagne glass was stained with her lipstick marks. When he lowered his head to listen to her whisper, his Adam's apple rolled in the shadow of his tie - exactly the same posture as when they had an affair in the morgue in their previous life.
