"I let him in."
The flatness in her tone struck deeper than any lie would've.
Lin Ruyan froze, and blinked. "You what?"
"I let him in," Fu Yuxin repeated, arms crossed, her tone flat. "Is that what you came to ask?"
Lin Ruyan's calm slipped. "Yuxin, don't speak like that. You know this isn't about tone."
"Then what's it about?" she asked. "The fact that a man walked out of my room or the fact that you didn't like how I can act on my own?"
"Don't twist this!" Mother Lin snapped. "I'm your mother. I have every right to ask what kind of mess you're dragging yourself into again!"
"Again?" Fu Yuxin raised a brow. "You mean eight years ago?"
"You slept with a stranger and vanished for months. Then you show up with a child, refuse to talk, act like it was all our fault for asking!" Mother Lin's voice had risen.
"Mother... you, fine!"
