After four years as a stand-in, I acted more like Bai Yueguang. Xi Yan thought I loved him, but in fact I installed seven cameras in his study and used his money to purchase bloody porcelain pieces from around the world.
The night Bai Yueguang returned to China, I took off my wedding ring in front of everyone - it was a miniature camera. "The show is over, Mr. Xi, please settle the bill."
Xi Yan chased after him with red eyes: "Have you been investigating your senior brother's death from the beginning?"
The gentle psychiatrist Zhou Xubai knocked on the door late at night: "He is lying to you. Your senior brother's last call was to his father."
Even Bai Yueguang gave me a USB flash drive: "I am not a love rival. My father also died in the hands of those porcelain pieces."
Now, I hold three distinct "truths" in my hands. And my senior brother who died in a pool of blood left the last mystery in the porcelain shards:
"Wanwan, don't believe any of them."
Porcelain doesn't lie, but people do. Who is the pawn in this substitute game?
And I am about to start closing the net.
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