Ruan Mengmeng shuddered at the thought of the love story that Zhan Yang had told her with such deep sorrow.
This man was really unscrupulous to the extreme in order to achieve his goal. Even his own feelings could become a kind of deception.
"So you were already suspicious of me when you wanted to keep this cufflink as a souvenir?" Zhan Yang did not seem to mind ruan Mengmeng's accusation at all.
He just raised his eyes and looked at her with a deep gaze.
"Yes." Ruan Mengmeng met his sharp gaze without fear.
"Fortunately, your attitude aroused my suspicion and made me notice the flaw left on the cufflinks.
This cufflink was too clean, so clean that it didn't look like a token of love that was often held in the palm of someone's hand to reminisce about their first love. Instead, it was more like a carefully preserved evidence. And this evidence was naturally left for me to see."
