[No golden fingers, no transmigration, no being reborn, no elaborate character setup, no tropes, just a simple modern romance]
[I only want to tell you the story in my heart. If you like it, then I hope you like it. If you don't, I'll try harder to win you over next time.]
The celebrated actress Murong Jin died by “suicide out of guilt.”
But even after she was dead and buried, her grave could not escape the contempt of thousands!
They wanted to grind her bones to dust. They wanted her cast into the eighteenth level of hell.
Everyone else steered clear.
But Xia Kui marched without hesitation into the heart of the storm.
Even with “irrefutable evidence,” even though Murong Jin had admitted to all those absurd accusations and crimes herself at a press conference,
Xia Kui still refused to believe it.
She could not believe that the woman who had once held up the sky for her when she was young could be the person everyone accused her of being.
She did not believe what her eyes had seen.
She believed only what her heart told her.
She concealed her name and stepped into the darkness. One by one, she would drag every demon hiding there into the sunlight and see just how much of her sister's blood stained their hands.
