Lin Dong looked incredulously at Qin Yitian, who was still kneeling before the tombstone, and asked:
"Yitian, did you... did you know my identity all along?"
Qin Yitian nodded, "I suspected for a long time. When I played a game with you, that's when I confirmed your identity."
After speaking, she glanced back at him, blinked mischievously, "I didn't expect my husband to actually be the renowned Master Lin, and I actually captured you."
Lin Dong's emotions were confusing at the moment. He never expected Qin Yitian to actually be aware of his identity.
"Rest assured, I haven't told anyone about your identity. Not even my brother." Qin Yitian said.
Lin Dong's face was complicated, and he asked: "Why didn't you expose me?"
Qin Yitian countered: "Why should I expose you? You're my husband. Why would I expose my own husband?"
"But... but I deceived you. Aren't you mad at me?" Lin Dong said, feeling a bit guilty.
