Ye Yiheng pursed his lips and smiled faintly, a spark of interest flashing through his eyes.
Upon seeing this, Leng Yu Yan smiled softly and melodiously said, "Then forget it, I'll just go back."
Ha, did he think she was a three-year-old child easily deceived?
Moreover, the two had an unpleasant argument, and just a few words made up for it?
She was not that foolish.
His suspicion of her identity had already taken root, like a seed buried in his heart, bound to grow more intense over time.
Looking at the petite woman before him, with her fine brows and bright eyes, and a smile on her peachy cheeks, her silence as she looked at him instantly made him realize she wasn't telling the truth.
Dreaming of a different world was so bizarre and eerie; he highly doubted its authenticity.
Even though he had read a lot about strange and mysterious solitary records, never had he heard of such oddities.
