As Yang Ruxin's heart settled, an inexplicable flutter arose within her. How could she not love this man?
"Ayao, as long as you still acknowledge me as your elder brother, then you must trust her as completely and wholeheartedly as you trust me. Understand?" Gu Qingheng's voice resonated again, "She is equivalent to me." In fact, he had been doubtful from the beginning, but whether it was Yang Ruxin or Yang Dani, what did it matter if they were the ones he cared for? Why bother making everything so clear? Of course, what he refused to admit was his greater fear: if one day the truths he asked for turned out to be unexpected and led to consequences he couldn't accept—for instance, if the real Yang Dani returned, what would he do then? Therefore, as long as Xinxin was by his side now, he had no desire to know the truth and wouldn't allow anyone around him to seek out this so-called truth either.
