Xia Ling was taken aback. "How did you find… No, how can I be Xia Ling?!"
Feng Kun continued smiling and reached for a recording pen on the table. He pressed down the play button, and the background music of the Moonlight Bar rang out, together with the rustling of the surrounding sounds and the sound of shattering glass. A gentle male voice asked —
"Were you scared when you fell off the tall stage?"
"I was scared… terrified… but… I would be free of Ziheng…"
Feng Kun switched off the recording pen and asked, "Do you want to hear more?"
Xia Ling looked at him like she was looking at a ghost. "What did I tell you… yesterday? And, why do you have a recording?" Oh my God, she didn't remember having the habit of spouting the truth when she got drunk. Why did she get so drunk last night?
Had Feng Kun… found out the truth?
She stared at his face, trying to find the answer from there.
