"Sleeping at home?" Fu Jichen lifted a hand resting on the sofa arm to support his chin, seemingly nonchalant but exuding a sense of pressure, "I didn't know you were so skilled at lying."
A pang hit Shen Jianian's heart, as if struck heavily by a drumstick.
She took a step forward and saw the phone screen lighting up on the coffee table, displaying a photo of her and Pei Che, taken this morning at the hospital ward.
At the time, Pei Che had fallen off the bed to stop her from leaving, curling in agony on the floor. Terrified, she crouched to help him up, only to be held tightly by him.
How did someone happen to take a photo at that exact moment?
This angle...
Shen Jianian recalled the orientation of the ward. It must have been shot from the opposite window, impossible from the hallway side. Who was so intentional, purposefully waiting there to take pictures? She wasn't a celebrity.
Could it be because of Pei Che?
