She didn't need Yan Lu to explain anything to her.
But she believed that the Zhang family, who would leave the most beautiful lily for Yang Lin every week, were trustworthy.
"I—," Yan Lu's fingers trembled violently, and the cigarette box instantly dropped to the ground.
She looked into the eyes of the girl in front of her, dark pupils like the vast night sky, seemingly able to accommodate everything—resolute and calm, with no questioning, no doubts, and not even an accusation.
Yan Lu felt like crying.
Bai Lian seemed to see through them all, and yet after that, she said something so light yet so incredibly heavy—
"I believe in you, and I believe in him as well, stand up."
She was firmly choosing her side with Zhang Shize.
Trembling, Yan Lu covered her eyes with both hands, silently tilting her head back, and after a long while, she lowered her hands and spoke in a hoarse voice, "There's a video, I don't know who to give it to, I want to send it to you."
