Lu Xiaojiu was utterly perplexed. Upon discovering Tian Yi's impersonation, the pain almost killed her. On her way back, she had countless things to say to him and numerous questions to ask, but now, when he's within reach, she couldn't bring herself to speak. It's been eleven years; he never spoke of it. Now, what would he say? How much of the so-called truth from his mouth could she believe?
She missed the days when there were no secrets between them. Lu Bai never lied to her, but now, lying had become a routine between them. How ironic it was.
