"Shut up!" His words were like a sharp knife, striking right where it hurt most.
Liang Wan's face was deathly pale. Her body trembled uncontrollably as she turned her head away, her eyes wet and red.
"Furious because you've been exposed?" Wang Tingyue looked at her tearful eyes, completely unmoved. "Save your tears. I'm not them; you can't fool me!"
Liang Wan pressed her lips tightly together. Tear stains were clearly visible on her averted face, but her eyes remained wide, showing no sign of remorse.
It was true—they had practically grown up together. How could he not know what kind of person she really was? She was the kind of girl who would pester him to teach her martial arts, coax him into sneaking her out over the estate walls, intentionally prank wicked servants, and even secretly slip laxatives into his bowl... How could she possibly be the delicate, fragile creature she pretended to be? He knew her too well.
