Shen Jun was dead, killed on his wedding day with a bullet to the head.
While Shen Li was still on the Pacific island, fretting over the delayed departure due to heavy snow, the sixth day of the lunar new year had already arrived in N City. Halfway across the globe, the time difference was a reality. Huo Siyu hadn't deceived Shen Li; he had merely misled her.
"Xiao Luo, I will always wait for you, no matter how much danger there is, I'll be right here waiting for you."
One voice message after another, Suo Luo could still hear them with just a light tap of her finger.
She thought these were Shen Jun's pleas for forgiveness, a wedding was nothing much, what danger could there be. Although she had been in society for a few years, the darkest thing she'd encountered were street fights, at worst involving police collusion.
Murder, death, these were things that seemed as distant to Suo Luo as outer space—how could they possibly show up in her life?
