Inside the paper bag was a stack of photos. He opened it and took out the pictures. The first one he saw was of Wei Anning and Gong Ting sitting by the window, chatting with smiles on their faces.
He didn't know what Gong Ting was saying, but she listened intently, her gaze fixed on him as if everything around her had faded into unreality, with only him in her eyes.
A fire named jealousy raged fiercely in his chest. He flipped through the photos one by one, and with each picture, the fire burned hotter. So, it turned out that in places beyond his view, they had been meeting all along—more than once, even.
He didn't know what the person who sent the photos intended, but he knew that these images were driving him insane.
He abruptly threw the photos onto the center console. A slip of paper fluttered down, printed with a line of text from a computer: "If you don't believe the photos, check her desk. It's hiding Gong Ting's clothes."
