Zhuo Ya previously relied only on Gu Jin.
She just regarded Gu Jin as a brother, nothing more.
Whether it was Gu Jin or An Mo, Zhuo Ya's feelings were attachment, not love.
"Are you angry with me?"
"I know it's my fault."
"I was alive all along, yet I faked my death. I watched with my eyes wide open as you were hurt by Gu Yanting. So, you're angry with me, right?"
Gu Jin's words brought forth a dark, cold glimmer in Zhuo Ya's black eyes.
She lowered her eyelids and laughed coldly.
"Indeed, I am very angry because you faked your death."
"But it doesn't matter anymore."
"Regardless of what grudge you have with Gu Yanting, or whether the love you speak of is real or fake, it's all irrelevant to me now. All I want now is to uncover the truth."
After speaking coldly, Zhuo Ya hung up the phone directly, not wanting to waste words with Gu Jin.
She only believed in evidence, not in anyone's words.
Gu Jin watched the disconnected call, the corners of his mouth curving slightly.
