Zhuang Yu's fate

In the eerie stillness of the abandoned factory, with the weight of betrayal and deception hanging heavy in the air, Zhuang Yu's desperate question finally broke the silence. Her voice, trembling with a mix of anxiety and curiosity, cut through the tension.

"How did you figure it out?" Zhuang Yu's eyes, filled with apprehension, were locked onto Qin Yan's unwavering gaze.

Qin Yan, her demeanor calm and collected, began to recount the pivotal moment when the truth had unraveled before her. It was as if she was narrating a casual story, but the gravity of her words was palpable.

"It all started when I came to your house that day," Qin Yan began, her voice steady, "You remember, right? You were being bullied by that fake boyfriend of yours."

Zhuang Yu nodded slowly, her expression betraying a sense of recognition mingled with dread. The memories of that day were now resurfacing, and she couldn't help but wonder how her deception had been exposed.