"It's not without flaws," Xu Yan said, "each sentence, actually. If Bai Zhi thinks carefully, she will notice that some parts just don't make sense."
But Bai Zhi didn't want to think about it, because she herself hadn't told the truth.
As long as they were sure of one thing, they would never hurt each other.
Bai Zhi couldn't imagine what he had gone through, arriving here with no identity, no money, nothing at all. As an undocumented person, she even dared not ask.
"In this world, sister, everything seems fake to me, only you are real.
Only when I found you did I feel like I could tell myself that we exist."
Xu Yan reached out and ruffled Bai Zhi's hair.
Finally, by noon, he found Bai Zhi.
"Brother, I... I don't even know what's happening, why I'm so unlucky, stuck with such a scumbag dad and mom.
They not only stuck needles into my body but even wished I were dead.
