Cheap!
To women, this word is akin to a weapon of immense destructive power; though intangible, it can pierce the human heart.
The answer Ye Qiu provided was indeed such a statement. Wan'er's gaze turned cold: "You've been suspicious of me for a while. You didn't really drink that cup of tea, did you?"
Seeing Ye Qiu without signs of weakness, Wan'er realized that Ye Qiu wiping away her tears was just an act, playing along with her.
"Indeed, I'm familiar with Tang Surou, but only as friends. You impersonated her flawlessly, yet too proactively, so I deduced you couldn't be her."
"Where is the real Tang Surou?" Ye Qiu demanded, staring at Wan'er.
"I see, I was too eager, too hasty. What a pity." Wan'er didn't show panic despite being exposed by Ye Qiu.
"Do you want to know where that foolish woman is? Haha..." Wan'er chuckled, her gaze turning even colder: "She's nearly dying. Do you want to save her?"
Ye Qiu remained silent.
