But Xia Lihua wasn't basking in praise. She didn't even notice the camera was still on her. She was focused on Yang Lingyun, brushing a strand of hair away from his forehead gently.
"I'll find out who did this to you," she whispered so only he could hear.
He gave a slight nod, voice hoarse. "I believe you."
Just then, Xia Liyan approached again, playing innocent, as though she hadn't just fanned the fire of suspicion earlier.
"Is he okay now?" she asked softly.
Xia Lihua stood slowly, turning to face her. Her eyes were calm, but cold—like a winter lake moments before it cracks.
"Yes. He's safe, despite someone's efforts."
Xia Liyan blinked, but her mask of innocence remained. "I hope the investigation is fair. We all want the truth."
"Oh, I'm sure we'll get it," Xia Lihua said coolly, stepping closer. She dropped her voice to a whisper only Xia Liyan could hear. "I told you—I'll find proof. So enjoy your moment now, because it won't last."
Xia Liyan's smile flickered.
