Night was deep; beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, thousands of lights glittered.
In a high-end apartment in the Imperial Capital City Center, Qin Wanyi opened the surveillance video on her computer once again.
It was the ICU of Hengcheng First Hospital.
On the hospital bed, Yu Xiaoman, hooked up to a ventilator, was breathing shallowly, every breath a struggle, the heart rate on the monitor jumping fast then slow with no pattern at all.
Just thinking that that woman wouldn't make it through tonight, and that the moment she drew her last breath, Weibo would erupt in celebration and push Ye Wan onto the trending searches again.
And this time, Ye Wan would absolutely have no way to explain herself; the only thing waiting for her was quitting the circle and disappearing from the public eye.
At that thought, Qin Wanyi felt that all the pent-up anger and humiliation she'd suffered since coming back to China eased by more than half.
Ye Wan.
Ye Wan!!!
