"No, no!" Wen Jiao hurriedly explained, "It's the news, don't you watch the news?"
Wen Jiao handed her the newspaper she was holding.
The front page headline was enlarged and made clear, as if fearful that the audience wouldn't see it clearly, it read—'Shen Family Patriarch Shen Jinci frequently visiting temples for many days, suffers from a terminal illness, life hanging by a thread.'
The accompanying photo was of a man standing under the eaves of the temple, with a deep and cool side profile, elegant and luxurious, dressed in black which created a sense of alienation, looking very unwell.
This photo was taken a few days ago, when they visited the temple together.
In the corner of the photo was a black umbrella, and from the photo, no one could guess that Bian Yue was squatting underneath it.
Bian Yue's hand trembled as she held the newspaper, recalling the way Shen Jinci coughed in front of her. And that morning, he coughed up blood.
