I died because of the "vitamins" my best friend gave me. In the mourning hall, my husband cried heartbrokenly. Everyone said that he was deeply affectionate and loyal. But at one o'clock in the morning, when he wiped away his tears, the first thing he did was delete a chat record - the last word was "medicine". My soul floated beside him, watching him check test reports, call records, and find overseas accounts. It turns out that he already knew the truth and just wanted to send the murderer to prison with his own hands. And my best friend of ten years was wearing a black dress and crying more sadly than anyone else in my mourning hall, but her eyes never left my husband. Until a USB flash drive was pulled out from under my pillow, and a dusty recording revealed this long-planned murder - the mastermind was not my best friend, but my mother-in-law who never gave me a good look. She hated me for being unworthy of her son, so she wanted to replace me with someone of her choosing.
Intention: The pursuit of the truth after the collapse of trust, the final judgment of love and betrayal. The story reveals: The deepest malice is often disguised as good intentions, but true love is still willing to seek justice for you even after loss.