The tall figure stood before her, and Li Zaijun struggled to hold back the sourness in her heart. She took a deep breath and said "Okay" to Shen Lin on the phone.
For the sake of her brother.
…
A car sped down the road, overtaking one vehicle after another, drawing a continuous honking of horns from those behind.
The man drove, one hand on the steering wheel, the other holding his phone, its screen still lit, displaying a photo.
The man in the photo was facing away, she was embracing him, her head on his shoulder in an intimate pose. Who on earth was that man!?
It had only been a few days, and she had moved on so quickly!?
Shen Lin couldn't believe it, nor dared to believe it, yet the photo was right there in front of him, assaulting his vision.
The car stopped at a red light, and Shen Lin continued to flip through the photos, his chest heaving with barely suppressed breath, until he cursed softly and punched the steering wheel.
"Damn."
It was all but killing him.
