Chapter Four: The Driver in the Mirror

The crack crossed Shen Qinghe's reflected face. Shen Yan turned. No one stood beside the piano. When he looked back, the woman in white was gone. Only the hairline fracture remained, splitting the five reflections in two. Chengjun moved first. He gripped Xingyao's shoulders. "Who did you see?" She pushed his hands away and wrote: I WILL ONLY TELL MR. SHEN. It wounded him more deeply than the gun had wounded anyone. The desire to protect her had subsided, but the fear remained. Minglan took the pistol and ordered him to his room. Brother and sister stared at each other across Xingyao like two people who had always known the other would betray them. "Father cannot hear about tonight," Chengjun said.