Before boarding the plane, Lin Yi'an called her husband of seven loving years.
"Song Qingye, I'm leaving. From now on, we will never see each other again, in life or in death."
Song Qingye sounded anxious over the phone. "Honey, what's wrong? What happened?"
But just as he finished speaking, a coquettish woman's voice came through the phone.
"Mr. Song, could you... be a little gentler...?"
Song Qingye sucked in a sharp breath and hurriedly explained, "Honey, I'm in a meeting at the office... I'll be home later."
Lin Yi'an said nothing.
She tossed her phone into a nearby trash can and boarded the plane without looking back.
