The night had grown deep as I washed my face.
Leaning against the sink, I scrutinized my face in the mirror, over and over again, Ding Yinuo's words echoing in my mind.
He said I looked a lot like Song Yun.
Song Xiaoyun was pretty, but her face had no physical resemblance to mine.
Therefore, I remained unable to understand what Ding Yinuo meant.
That night, as I lay in bed, I thought about a lot of things.
I thought about what Pei Zexi had said, that Gu Yuanzhou had never loved me, and only used me.
Was that really the case?
Truth be told, as the person involved, I never sensed him using me.
While alive, from any perspective, Gu Yuanzhou had been a very competent husband.
I hardly slept the whole night.
Then in the morning, as I was half asleep, my phone rang.
When I answered it, I felt as if I were still dreaming. But Wenya's voice woke me up completely.
"I am out, can we meet?"
I woke up immediately.
"Okay, I'll come to your place!"
