She didn't know if she should believe him.
This man's thoughts were too deep, and she could not differentiate the truth from the lies.
Tilting her head, she said, "I'm going back to my room to rest. Goodbye."
He stopped her. "Xiao Ling, you don't believe me."
"So what if I believe you? So what if I don't believe you?" In the cool summer, her hair fluttered in the evening wind, and she was melancholic. "Pei Ziheng, we've already ended a long time ago. You don't have to pay attention to me all the time. Today, I spoke too much. I shouldn't have asked you this question. Actually, whether you caused what happened during the concert is not important. It doesn't matter if you or Old Master Li or the Gu family did it… All of you are the same."
"All the same?" His voice was low and hoarse.
She walked around him and left.
He looked at her as she disappeared at the end of the garden.
