“Darling,” Ye Zhengchen caught my wrist. “Let me explain, there’s nothing between me and Yu Yin…”
Yu Yin laughed, “Ye Zhengchen, are you still trying to deceive her?”
“Shut up!” Ye Zhengchen nervously gripped my wrists, as if afraid I would escape. Yu Yin fell silent, and I could hear her mocking laughter: Fine, then continue deceiving this silly girl!
I tried to leave, but Ye Zhengchen still held me tightly. I completely broke down, desperately hitting him with my remaining strength—hitting, kicking, scratching, biting. Ye Zhengchen didn’t dodge, holding my wrist, letting me vent. My gaze passed through his silence to Yu Yin, who silently observed us. I couldn’t discern any emotion on her face.
I suddenly felt afraid, terribly afraid, because she seemed neither surprised nor panicked. She had been waiting from the beginning, waiting for everything to unfold.
I forgot to cry, staring at her exquisite face, wanting to see the world behind her mask.
Seeing me calm down, Ye Zhengchen asked, “Do you believe me?” My dried-up tears started flowing again.
“How can I believe you? If I hadn’t discovered this today, how long were you planning to deceive me… three months, three years, or a lifetime?”
He was speechless. He wanted me to believe him, and I was trying to convince myself. Even when I saw the drawn curtains in Yu Yin’s home and smelled the J’adore perfume from his files, I still held on to some hope, unwillingly seeking confirmation.
But now, the coat of lies had been lifted, revealing a truth uglier than I had imagined. I had seen his shamelessness. How could I still believe him? Having loved such a man, what retreat did I have left?
“Darling.”
That intimate call triggered sweet memories. I raised my tear-soaked face, seeing helplessness in his eyes. After the sharp pain, a strange voice emerged: Give him a chance, and also give yourself a chance. Don’t miss the person you love because of a misunderstanding.
I wiped my tears and asked, “Tell me the truth… what exactly is your relationship with her?”
This was my last chance for him. He answered firmly, “No relationship!”
I slapped him hard, the sound echoing through the dark night.
