Ziyi was both heartbroken and aggrieved, tears fell one by one, and finally she stopped struggling futilely.
As he felt her soften, his kisses became gentle.
He carefully traced the shape of her lips, drawing in her breath deeply, until she completely collapsed into his arms.
Ziyi couldn't stop sobbing, "Uncle Xiaobao, I hate you... no, I despise you!"
Pei Yuanchen chuckled hoarsely, leaned his forehead against hers, and whispered, "But I like you... no, I love you."
Ziyi trembled slightly, crying even harder.
"He Ziyi, listen to me." He gently caressed her chin, "Just remember, Pei Yuanchen always belongs to you alone, to you, I'm only Uncle Xiaobao."
Ziyi clutched his collar, still sobbing uncontrollably.
What he said practically admitted that Ludwig was also him.
The person she met during the day was him.
The woman on his arm was indeed his wife, Ludwig's wife.
But how can one person have two identities?
Because he has two identities, can he rightfully have two women?
