"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to deceive you," Lingxiao said as he looked at the exceptionally calm woman, feeling a bit anxious.
"You only told me because you knew you couldn't hide it any longer, right?" Zuo Xiangning smiled faintly and said, "It doesn't really matter whether you tell me or not. The person I know is the you who is wearing the mask now. In my heart, you have another name, called 'Masked Man.' I am now friends with the Masked Man. The Lingxiao from before has long been dead in my heart."
Lingxiao's heart tightened slightly, and his voice became even more tender, "Xiangning, I was wrong about this matter, I had no choice but to..."
Zuo Xiangning interrupted him, her expression sincere, and she spoke softly, "You don't need to explain to me. Whatever happened in the past is over. One must look ahead. What's the point of always clinging to the past?"
"Right, you've got the correct perspective," Lingxiao said, elated to see her genuine demeanor.
