Chapter Four: The Driver in the Mirror

"Chengjun, if I don't come back, don't believe anything Father tells you. The journalist is alive. Uncle Han hid him beneath the tide gate. Xingyao saw who was in the car, but she can't speak. The driver was—" A piercing piano note severed the recording. It was not damage on the tape. The sound had come from the music room next door. The Nightingale had played itself. Xingyao stopped the tape. She wrote a name, covered it with her hand, and showed only Shen Yan. CHENG MANYI. He looked up. Minglan stood at the window, her expression unreadable. "Show me," she said. Xingyao shook her head. "Mingxi was my sister." The girl's pen tore the paper: THAT IS WHY I DON'T KNOW WHETHER YOU WANT TO PROTECT ME OR AVENGE HER.