Cheng Jia's fantasy didn't last long, shattered by Mo Xiuchen's somber voice. In the room the two of them shared, his eyes bore into her, taking in every hint of emotion on her face. "That night, were you and Little Liu really mutually attracted to each other?" he asked.
Cheng Jia's face turned pale.
Her hands under the blanket tightened into fists. After struggling for a moment, she confessed truthfully, "No, the one I love is always you, Young Master Mo. You didn't know, but I've loved you for eight years."
Mo Xiuchen was expressionless, as if he hadn't heard her confession.
Cheng Jia forced out a bitter smile, her heart filled with bitterness. With teary eyes, she confessed, "Xiao Wenqing tricked me into confusing you and harming you, but my sole belief has always been to protect you, to prevent Xiao Wenqing from hurting you. I eavesdropped on Xiao Wenqing's phone calls and secretly collected evidence against her, all to reveal everything to you one day."
