The warm tangerine light had gradually taken on a heavy dark red as the sun sank westward.
Outside the window, the sea of Shen City Bay glittered, the waves breaking into shards of gold.
Inside the window, the air was quiet and heavy.
Only Liu Qingning's sobs, suppressed to the limit, fell intermittently into the silence.
She was not wailing aloud. Her collapse was caving inward.
She bit hard into her lower lip, refusing to let go even when the tip of her tongue tasted the clear tang of blood.
Tears fell one by one, striking her lapel and the backs of her hands, spreading into dark water stains.
Su Yu sat quietly across from her.
She did not hand her a tissue, nor did she speak to comfort her.
She merely turned her face slightly and let her gaze fall on the distant sea.
In those amber eyes that were usually radiant, all sharpness had been drawn away, leaving only softness and silence.
As the award-winning actress and female celebrity raised by Tang Song's own hand, Su Yu possessed empathy and insight far beyond ordinary people.
Years of observation, analysis, and attempts to integrate herself into his complex world allowed her to understand almost instinctively the feelings and reactions of every important woman around Tang Song.
Especially Liu Qingning.
So after learning Zhang Yan's story from Tang Song, she had already guessed that this cruel scene would come.
She also knew how devastating the matter of "Zhang Yan's existence" would be to Liu Qingning.
More than anyone, she understood just how destructive the fact of "Zhang Yan's existence" itself was to a "White Moonlight" like Liu Qingning, who had built her own emotional narrative on the foundation of "being the only one."
But she had to do it.
Because