Evidence

Unaware of the events transpiring around her, Jiang Yue drifted into a peaceful sleep, a slight smile still lingering on her lips.

Meanwhile, her phone lit up unexpectedly, engaging in autonomous operations. It captured screenshots of her entire plot to stage a suicide attempt and the recording process, sending them to an anonymous user. After completing this task, it erased all traces of its activity and the screen darkened.

Gu Dai stretched lazily, her tone nonchalant, "We've found the evidence. Just need to send it out now."

Su Ting gently grasped Gu Dai's hand, massaging her wrist tenderly, "You've been typing for so long. Your wrist must be hurting, right?"

Although Gu Dai had spent less than ten minutes gathering evidence and felt no discomfort, Su Ting's skilled massage was indeed comforting, so she didn't pull away.