The late evening cast golden light through the curtains of her mother's old bedroom. It had been locked for years—untouched, sealed like a shrine.
Feng Xiao Xiao walked in slowly, brushing her fingers over the vanity, the delicate embroidered pillow, the old bookshelf filled with medical books and handwritten journals.
She always said the truth is never far—it's usually just hidden by fear.
With a quiet breath, she opened a wooden drawer.
Inside, wrapped in red silk, was a small box. The scent of sandalwood wafted out. Inside it: an old photograph of her mother holding a baby Chen'er, smiling softly… and a set of keys. A note lay beneath it.
"For when you stop trusting the wrong people."
Her hands trembled slightly.
She used the key on a side drawer hidden in the wall panel. Inside—old prescription bottles, lab results… and a medical file labeled "Chen'er – Priority". Her heart pounded.
The file showed toxic elements in his bloodstream… slow-acting, undetectable to untrained eyes.
He had been poisoned before.
Tears burned in her eyes. She had missed it. Ignored it.
Then she found a sealed envelope.
It was addressed to her mother—from a private doctor. In the letter, it was written clearly:
"I fear someone in your household is slowly poisoning the children. The sedative traces found in Xiao Xiao's tea match the ones I found in the boy's blood. Be careful—someone is trying to silence you."
Xiao Xiao's breath caught.
The faint scent of green tea lingered on the letter.
Feng Qian.
That b*tch. It had been her all along.
She crumpled the edge of the envelope, not crying. Not this time.
Now she had proof.
And the fire in her veins was no longer rage.
It was Justice.