In 1983, the damp, frigid air of the Tongcheng detention room reeked of despair. I had returned to the place where this nightmare began. The cold iron bars and mocking laughter were exactly as I remembered from the previous life, when I was framed for “hooliganism” and sent to prison.
I looked at the so-called “victim” before me, Lin Youran. She wept prettily as she accused me of my “crime.”
In my previous life, I foolishly believed her. My family was destroyed, and my business went bankrupt.
This time, I smiled, laughing hysterically as everyone around me stared at me as if I were insane.
“I admit it. I did it on purpose. I wanted to ruin her reputation.” I stared at Lin Youran and spoke each word slowly, my voice utterly devoid of feeling.
Lin Youran turned deathly pale. She hadn’t expected me to say that. She stumbled back two steps in terror, her lips trembling too much to speak.
Because I knew the child in her belly wasn’t mine at all...
One of the rare novels that I can't even finish the first chapter of