The rain fell in a clammy drizzle, weighing down the cypress leaves in the cemetery. Su Wan knelt before her sister Su Qing's grave. Her knees had long since gone numb from the cold, wet soil, but she clutched a bloodstained diary so tightly her knuckles had turned white.
Rain soaked the pages, blurring the writing. Through the smudged ink, it was as if her sister's voice were ringing in her ears: “Xiao Wan, if I die, don't believe them when they say it was suicide.”
Three years ago, Su Qing was a top-tier star, a hugely popular singer. In the end, her death was written off as “an overdose caused by depression.” Who could have imagined that, three years later, this bloodstained diary would tear the mask right off? The chips, the falsified data, and the hush-hush “Starlight Project”... The truth was, her sister hadn't committed suicide at all. She had been carefully set up and murdered!
