The Lady Amazes the World with Her Secret Identity

In June, a torrential downpour swept over the capital.

Huge raindrops hammered the asphalt, kicking up a white mist. A blinding bolt of lightning tore through the night, followed by thunder that seemed ready to shake the whole city to pieces.

Before the ornate European-style iron gates of the Su family villa, a slender figure stood alone in the storm, as motionless as a lifeless statue.

The rain had soaked Su Wan from head to toe. Her cheap white T-shirt clung tightly to her body, outlining a painfully frail frame.

Her face was pale, and her dark hair hung wet against her cheeks. Only her eyes, in the flickering darkness, were as still as an ancient well with no visible bottom, utterly undisturbed.

In her hands, she clutched an old smartphone and a yellowed photograph carefully wrapped in plastic.

In the picture, a kind-looking old woman held a little girl with her hair in pigtails. Behind them stood a dilapidated country house and a rose bush covered in purple blossoms.

It was the only photograph of her and her grandmother together.