"What? No!" Li Meirong shook her head and scoffed. Regaining her composure, she sat upright and pointed to the circle containing Zhu Qingyue's name and a large question mark. "Zhu Qingyue is my boyfriend. Even after I swore not to let myself fall into any more relationships, I am in one with him. I've put my trust in him, and that means I'll do whatever it takes to make sure this story changes… if it really does seem like it will come to pass."
More so than her words, Li Meirong's tone made it seem as if Mo Cheng's question was utterly preposterous and therefore completely beyond comprehension or consideration.
As much as Zhu Qingyue may seem manipulative or evil in other people's eyes, and even with the remaining shadows of the illusion portraying his monstrosity to the fullest, in Li Meirong's heart there was no room to ever consider betraying him. Whatever sort of premonition that illusion might appear to be, it was just that: a premonition and illusion.
