She was like a withered clay sculpture that had lost all life, held in Cen Su's arms, struggling to walk forward.

"Why is this happening? Who leaked my information? How did they find my trail? How do they know what I did? Why..."

Shao Yaya looked around blankly, as if everyone in the airport was mocking her.

The young people took out their phones and started filming her as if she were a joke, muttering something under their breath, as if they were saying that the photos had been posted online yesterday.

Mocking, insults, spectating, gloating... every laugh and every shout is like a spider's thread, gathering together to form a deep, inescapable net.

She was like that insect, trapped inside, the more she struggled, the more she was bound.

The confusion in Shao Yaya's eyes deepened, and then, as if she had suddenly thought of something, she abruptly turned her head to look at the camera lens being filmed by the paparazzi.

The lens flickered with a cold, dark light, and that glint of light suddenly reminded her of a pair of eyes.

A pair of deep, indifferent eyes.

She suddenly remembered the live stream she had watched because she couldn't control her curiosity.

In the live stream, Yun Danhua happened to look up and saw the barrage of questions and mockery. When she revealed that faint, mocking smile, her deep, indifferent eyes were also visible.

Suddenly, Shao Yaya seemed to understand something.

She suddenly moved out of Cen Su's house and never came back to live there again.

—She never asked a single question about her getting involved with Cen Su.

—She overheard it herself; Cen Su was on the phone with her, and coincidentally, the sheet music was at home.

—She just carelessly left such an important notebook lying around, and I found it as soon as I went to look for it.

—Until the recording of her album was completed, she seemed unaware that the sheet music had been stolen. Even when she couldn't control herself and started arguing with someone, she didn't utter a sound.

Yun Danhua remained silent throughout.

But he dug such a huge trap for himself.

Even worse, there was no bait placed at the edge of the trap; she couldn't resist and stepped in.

However, there was no hope of redemption.

"It was Yun Danhua—it was Yun Danhua! She framed me! She set up this whole scheme! She's the one who ruined me!"

Shao Yaya cried and made a scene, pleading with everyone, but all they saw was mockery.

It's like watching a boy who's cried wolf three or four times and is lying again; there's not a shred of belief.

Even Cen Su whispered, "Alright, stop talking! We're about to leave the country, so keep a low profile. Don't cause any more trouble with her, okay?"

Shao Yaya's vision went black for a moment, and her whole body felt ice cold.

Yes, how could they believe her...?

How many times has Yun Danhua been criticized online?

But every single time, she turned the tables on him!

Everyone knows that she is the one who framed Yun Danhua the most, so no matter how much she tries to make a fuss now, no one will believe her.

The flight's urging voice sounded again, and Cen Su dragged her hurriedly toward the passageway.

Shao Yaya kept looking back along the way, trying to find someone who could believe her, but all she saw was ridicule and contempt. The crowd was like water, and her five fingers could not reach even a fraction of it.

"It was her—it was her," Shao Yaya murmured, "If she hadn't had someone leak the information, how could I have lost—"

The rotten egg had only been roughly wiped with a wet wipe; the egg white and yolk had long since mixed together into a dark yellow liquid with a slight green tinge, emitting a suffocatingly foul odor.

Some of the foul-smelling, yellowish-green liquid still clung to her temples and hair, dripping and splashing onto the floor.

Snap.