You Yi stared at Yan Qingsi. He knew that she must have known, she knew everything — he even guessed that the person he had kept in his heart for decades might be her mother, but… he… did not dare to ask.
Yan Qingsi looked exactly like the person he liked, but their personalities were very different from each other.
She was not going to tell him anything easily.
However, it was fine, he had already waited for years— waiting for another moment did not bother him much.
You Yi was silent. He took off the watch on his left wrist, the rosewood beads on his right wrist, and the Dzi beads on his neck before saying, "Let's continue, if I win, you'll answer another question of mine."
