Tang Yuxiu sat by the bedside, staring at the sleeping Gu Yan. Her cheeks were tinged with a touch of red from the high fever, yet he felt no relief.
The conclusion he had come to from the beginning was denied today by Xiang Linghao himself.
He could choose not to believe others, but Xiang Linghao had no reason to deceive him.
Undeniably, there was a sense of relief in his heart. She wasn't the person he thought she was, and he inexplicably felt a sense of joy.
But accompanying that was a strong sense of guilt, mixed with a bit of heartache.
She had clearly explained and pleaded for him to believe her, yet he stubbornly chose to believe only what he saw, not realizing that what he saw was merely a fragment, nothing substantial.
He should have known long ago, when she so unguardedly answered him last time, that he should have believed her words to be true.
With such pure and transparent eyes, how could she possibly lie?
