"I…"
The young man opened his mouth, but no words came out.
He couldn't bring himself to claim with a clear conscience that his initial intentions were pure. He didn't even have the right to defend himself.
Because if Yuan Qi wanted to, he could reveal Yuan Zhao's true motive to her at any moment. No matter how many lies Yuan Zhao concocted to absolve himself now, none of them would hold up.
'There's an old saying: When a girl asks you a question, you'd better tell the truth. She's only asking because she already knows the answer.'
Yuan Zhao's long lashes trembled. He lifted his gaze—and saw his own ghastly pale face reflected in the rearview mirror.
BEEP BEEP BEEP—
The insistent honking from behind, like a summons from death itself, snapped him back to reality. He realized he had stopped the car without even noticing.
