While her fiancé was kissing others on the terrace, Shen Tianwei retreated into the banquet hall. She didn't cry, didn't make a fuss, and didn't rush to question anyone. She just picked up a glass of spiked wine and sat next to the coldest man in the room.
Jiang Yan, her fiancé's best brother, had not spoken more than three sentences to her in more than three years. That night, he pressed her against the wall of the hotel room. His breath made the back of her neck numb, but he gritted his teeth and asked, "Are you sure?"
The next day he disappeared completely, leaving only a glass of water on the bedside.
The countdown to the wedding is four months away, and Song Qingyan's tenderness is still overwhelming. Lin Wan still held her arm and called "Weiwei". Everyone is acting out a peaceful time. But Shen Tianwei began to dream about the brown mole hidden in the shadow of his eye every night.
She finally figured out one thing - the moment the betrayal broke out on the terrace, she clutched the side of the juice glass, and the first name that flashed in her mind was not Song Qingyan. It's Jiang Yan.
