The night was like ink.
Shen Bijun quietly watched Chu Yanshen.
The streetlight cast upon his face, softening his facial contours and his high-bridged nose seemed to have bowed its head at that moment, hiding in the shadows.
That truth seemed to have displeased him.
A thought crept into the bottom of Shen Bijun's heart, and the guess that had once surfaced returned to her mind.
Could it really be so?
Chu Yanshen licked his dry lips, his gaze shifting evasively, and suddenly turned towards her, "I once said that I would never deceive you."
Shen Bijun was stunned.
These were the words he had told her when they were in the organization, from 527 to 518.
She nodded, "So?"
Chu Yanshen opened his mouth to speak, but seemed at a loss for words. Just then, his phone suddenly rang.
He breathed a sigh of relief as if saved, and asked Shen Bijun for permission, "May I take this call first?"
"..."
