"I asked him, and he said he didn't lie to me," Qiao Zhiyi tried to keep herself calm, "Xibao, I want to believe him this time."
Seeing her so determined, Ye Xi also felt helpless. "Since you've said as much, what more can I say? If he didn't lie to you, then all the better, but what if he did? Do you have an answer for that in your heart?"
Qiao Zhiyi's heart tightened.
"If he could wear a mask to meet Aunt, why couldn't he live with you wearing a false face? And why couldn't he be with another woman under a different identity?"
Ye Xi's first question cut through her like a knife, not too deep but painfully precise.
Qiao Zhiyi took a deep breath, forcing herself not to think about those complex issues, "I am certain the person living with me is him."
"I know you're certain. But are you sure there's only you in his life?" Ye Xi threw out this question and even scared herself.
