Although he had already said that, Chen Zhi was still angry that Si Ye always broke his promises.
"I thought you were a man of your word," she accused.
Si Ye gave a faint smile, wanted to light a cigarette, then remembered that smoking wasn't allowed here, and abandoned the idea.
"Why can't I break my word? People who keep their word are only restraining themselves. I never restrain myself; I do whatever I want."
So, as for promises, he would say whatever he wanted to say—after all, moving his lips cost him nothing.
"So, your oaths can also be fake?" Chen Zhi retorted.
Si Ye looked at her with pitch-black eyes, very seriously, "If I make an oath, then it's definitely true. When I don't make an oath, it's not necessarily false. You have no choice but to trust me, or you're out of options."
This was Si Ye's arrogance: he could say whatever he wanted because others had no choice but to believe him.
Not believing him meant having no other choice.
