It's been a week and Li Chuntao didn't hear anything nor had seen Shen Zichen since their last meeting at the cemetery. Not that she could blame him. He might have probably thought she had played him and lied to him for a long time.
But he had no idea how hard it was for her back then. She had to deal with everything alone, especially with Li Zirui's death. Was she really one to blame? She didn't want any of those to happen but she had to face the nightmare every single day when she woke up. No one had seen her in her helpless state except her Uncle Yuren.
As she sat there in Ying's work space, staring in a daze at her paintings, Li Chuntao wondered what she would do next. The stage for Lin Meirong was already prepared and she was just waiting for the day of the award ceremony.
