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Setting another trap for me to fall into?
I pulled out a chair, sat down gracefully, poured myself a glass of orange juice, and took a gentle sip.
"I'm not afraid. I've acted honorably, sat upright—I've done nothing dirty, I've been true to my own conscience."
"Really?"
Jiang Jiaying sneered.
"I recall you being blind, not brain-damaged, so you shouldn't have amnesia, right?"
"You're right, I was blind for a while, but as to how I became blind—I believe you know better than anyone, don't you?"
As I asked this, Jiang Jiaying's face immediately took on an unnatural tint, her fingers tapping lightly on the table to alleviate her internal tension.
One hand fidgeted with the button on her collar as she squinted at me,
"What nonsense are you spouting? What does your eye injury have to do with me?"
Her voice was a bit hoarse, deliberately lowered, then she nervously stole a glance at the media reporters nearby, as if afraid of being caught on camera.
