The Years Since Have Passed Without a Backward Glance

Three years after I died, my gold-medal lawyer fiance wanted to dig up my grave so I could take the blame for the man she had always loved.

She charged into the cemetery with a forged confession, then spotted my tombstone bearing my name.

She grabbed the security guard by the collar and demanded to know where I was.

The old man pointed at my tombstone.

“Su Chen? He's lying right there.”

“I heard he offended someone he shouldn't have in that trial and was tortured to death. They couldn't even piece his body back together.”

My fiance wouldn't believe him. She was convinced the old man had taken a bribe from me and was conspiring with me to deceive her.

She sneered, her eyes full of contempt.

“Don't think you can fool me. Tell him that if he doesn't crawl out and sign within three days, I'll blow up this empty grave!”