Xi Jin regarded her with cold eyes and taunted her, "You're ridiculous."
"I didn't remember wrongly. You have a black mole in your lower left thigh. It's a very private spot. I remembered clearly that there was a strand of hair growing out of it and it was the size of a bean." Shen Yunya was so worked up that her speech was incoherent.
That night and every time she shared the bed with him, she clearly touched the mole and remembered the strand of hair there. She remembered it well—it could never be someone else.
"I do have some moles on my body, but it's impossible for me to have a mole the size of a bean like you say, and a hairy black mole at that."
Shen Yunya lost control and shouted, "No! I remember it very well. I did not remember wrong. You, rip open your clothes right now and let me look. Let me have a look! You cannot vilify me like this for Shen Qingdai."
