Her brain short-circuited as realization kicked in.
That Cheng Yubin.
The male lead from "A Thorn in the Crown". The genius with the emotional range of a used paperclip. The walking iceberg who would silently take a beating for a friend but ghost them right after.
Cool, the vicious female cannon fodder secretly listened to the male lead's private conversation on the cafe and was caught red-handed. This probably couldn't be washed white.
Lu Qingyan blinked.
In the blink of an eye, her mind decided—no, conspired—to create a full-blown café murder mystery in her head.
Scene opens: dim lighting, clinking of coffee cups, jazz music in the background… then BAM! Cold-blooded high-IQ killer in a buzz cut, freshly dumped by his toxic mother, turns to silence the only witness—her.
W. H. Y???
Why. Why was it always her?
She obviously only wanted to be a passer-by that faded into the background, but why was that so difficult?
