“It doesn’t matter, we’re not here to attend
the wedding anyway.” Ryan replied smilingly.
The reporters all put their cameras toward
me, I was a little scared, leaning closer to
Ryan.
A recording played on the wedding’s big
screen.
“I’ve already found out, tonight Xia Zhi will
take that road home to her grandma’s place,
the road in the mountain ravine isn’t easy to
walk, I’ve already installed a tracker on her
car, you squat on that road and, wait at night, help me get rid of her.”
“Don’t worry, Miss Bai, we are
professionals.”
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“After you’re done, remember to take back.
the tracker.”
“Don’t worry, Miss Bai.”
“After it’s done, I will transfer 100,000 to you,
you leave here and go hide for a while.”
The sound stopped abruptly, someone had
unplugged the wire, this short recording was
already enough to shock those present.
Moreover, many guests had come today,
everyone could hear that it was Tiffany’s
voice.
Old Bai was so angry that he slapped Tiffany
on the spot.
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Tiffany, wearing the wedding dress, kneeled
on the ground, bursting out crying on the spot, denying vehemently that it wasn’t her.
Police sirens sounded, and Tiffany was taken
away on the spot.
This wedding of our dreams had become a
joke.
Kevin put his head down, and with people
looking at him in surprise, he picked up the
hammer on the side, hitting his right hand
hatefully.
He looked at me with tears and pain: “Xia Zhi,
how about I give my right hand to you in
apology, come back, okay.”
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“Xia Zhi, I’m sorry, I didn’t know, it’s my fault,
that made you suffer so much.”
He kneeled on the ground and cried non-
stop, but didn’t dare to come forward another
step.
His mother fell on him crying, his teacher
couldn’t take the strike, passing out on the
spot.
Ryan brought me out of there.
I started painting when I was six years old,
the first glimpse of Kevin at twenty years old,
five years of persistence, all had turned into a
bubble at this moment.
He was no longer the boy in my heart, and I
will have no ties to painting again.
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I vaguely couldn’t remember how I had come
to like him, maybe it was that Canon, maybe
it was his suit.
Was the person I loved the real him, or the
him in my imagination.
With solid evidence, Tiffany was sentenced
for the crime of attempted murder.
Kevin’s right hand had timely treatment, and
was no longer in major condition.
Old Bai had taken successive strikes, fell sick,
and passed away a year later.
I and Ryan instead moved away from this city.
Years later, after rehabilitation training, I
picked up my brush again.
Drawing my most proud of art, I call it Illusion.
Bonus Chapter 1: Kevin’s Perspective
I’m Kevin.
