Chi Yue had long since discovered Qiao Dongyang's "discrepancy between public and private faces."
The Qiao Dongyang in front of her and the Qiao Dongyang in front of others were entirely different. In front of her, Qiao Dongyang was a real, vivid, and three-dimensional person, alive with warmth.
He was just the way Chi Yue liked.
Being with someone isn't about what you're like or what they're like, but rather how you are in front of each other—Chi Yue didn't remember where she read this line, but she firmly agreed with it and remembered it well.
Everyone has many masks to wear—herself and Qiao Dongyang were no exceptions. If they could be unreserved in front of each other, showing their truest, most wanton selves without any inhibitions, then they were suited to be together.
Chi Yue looked at Qiao Dongyang's message, and after a speechless moment, she took the initiative to dial a video call. Gazing at his handsome face, she asked seriously, "Is it mine?"
