Those eyes, as if embracing the vast, sparkling starry rivers, shone brilliantly with starlight whenever they gazed upon her, as if to illuminate the depths of her heart.
Yet, it was precisely such a gaze that deceived her again and again, making her willingly sink into obsession for him, ultimately shattered and utterly defeated.
Unconsciously, Shi i felt her eyes heating up, but in the next instant, she shook her head and said, "Mr. Shi, I am Shi i, you..."
Shi Lingyan pulled her into his embrace, holding her tightly, "I don’t know what you have gone through, nor do I know why you refuse to admit it, but I know that you are my Tang Wu, you are Senior Sister, and you are also the junior sister, Tang Wu, co back, co back to my side, let properly protect you, let us be together again and start over, alright?"
All the resistance and defenses in Shi i’s heart seed to evaporate at his words.
Shi i, slling the unique scent of him, found tears falling without warning.
When did he find out?
That shouldn’t be possible.
After "recovering" to normal, she hadn’t appeared in front of Shi Lingyan.
Including after he woke up, she had only seen him for the first ti these past few days—how could he possibly know?
Could it be... Ye Tiao?
Shi i stiffened ntally but quickly dismissed this possibility.
It shouldn’t be.
Ye Tiao would not betray her.
Even Tang Jingming didn’t know that she was actually Tang Wu, how did Shi Lingyan find out?
Shi i’s mind was in chaos, while Shi Lingyan held her tightly. He said, "The last ti on the street, you already looked inside the wallet, didn’t you?"
Shi i’s back stiffened, and she quickly replied, "Forgotten!"
"You don’t look like you’ve forgotten."
"I said I forgot, ans I forgot," Shi i’s voice was cold, "Mr. Shi, must you keep harping on this?"
"You clearly rember, if you are not Tang Wu, then why are you feeling guilty," Shi Lingyan asked softly, "What are you avoiding?"
"I’m not feeling guilty, not avoiding anything, I just find you annoying and don’t want to deal with you," Shi i’s eyes hid her panic, her face cold to the extre, with a hint of cold irony, "Can’t you see people’s expressions?"
"Besides Tang Wu, whose expression have I looked at?" Shi Lingyan replied with a light laugh, lifting her chin, "I don’t even notice my grandparents’ expressions, if you are not Tang Wu, why should I care about yours?"
"I..." Shi i choked on her words, speechless for a mont.
Shi Lingyan took out his wallet and opened it, and Shi i saw at a glance the piece of white paper in the photo compartnt.
On the white paper, written with a fountain pen, was a line of graceful, elongated handwriting, each stroke reflecting the nonchalant elegance of its owner, Shi Lingyan’s handwriting.
Seeing this piece of paper, Shi i’s eyes trembled. At that ti, Shi Lingyan had just been promoted to captain, his career on the rise.
And she, to see him, had sneaked into her father’s conference room and quietly sat down next to him.
He was keeping a buzz cut less than a centiter long at the ti, dark as a chocolate ball, dressed in a sharp military green uniform. The sunlight from beside the bed stread in, casually adding a touch of sun-drenched, carefree elegance to him.
Seeing her enter, he kept a serious face but had already discreetly shuffled closer to her side.
Quietly, he tore off a piece of paper, quickly wrote down a few words, and handed it over.
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