There was no response from the man across from her.
Song Lianhe fidgeted with her handkerchief, unsure how to bring up the matter.
She was a little bothered by what had happened that night in the dilapidated wooden hut, but it had all started because the original owner of this body had tried to frame the story's heroine. Since she had transmigrated into this mess, she couldn't really complain about the consequences. After all, she had taken over someone else's body, so it was only fair that she bear the consequences for its previous owner.
She chose to confess because they were now married. It was better to get it out in the open now than to let it become a ticking time bomb later.
The surroundings suddenly fell silent, and Song Lianhe grew restless. "It's a long story, but I'm definitely not the promiscuous woman you might think I am. Besides, I'd actually forgotten all about it."
A glint flashed in the man's eyes, like the sharp edge of a blade. "You'd forgotten?"
