Chu Lui reminded Song Wan of what she had done before. What was true would remain true. It would never become untrue. Similarly, what was fake would also never become true.
Sure enough—after Chu Lui brought up that matter, Song Wan looked slightly embarrassed.
"Very well." Chu Lui picked up the cup on the table and gently swayed it. The tea was already cold, and there was a slight bitterness to it when he took a sip. Sometimes, Chu Lui would wonder what he would have done if Chu Xiang was his real daughter. Regardless of what kind of answer he arrived at, he knew that it was all just his imagination.
