When I returned from the UK, I stood on my toes at the exit of the airport, seeking a familiar figure among the crowd.

A microphone was put in front of me. “Miss Li, is it true that Jonathan Li has left you a huge sum of money? It is said that you were married two years ago. What do you think about his death?” a reporter said.

"What?” I felt darkness, which was as chaotic as a nightmare. But I assured myself that I was mishearing, and I grabbed the arm of the reporter. “What did you say? Kindly repeat it!” I said,

"Don't you know? Yesterday, Jonathan Li...