The girl looked at Si Bao in shock, completely flustered.
Si Bao was good-natured, so he asked directly, "Are you Xuan Jiayi?"
Her eyes widened. "No!"
Si Bao was confused. "You're lying. You admitted it at the door just now."
The girl grew even more frantic. "I—I'm a friend of Xuan Jiayi's."
Si Bao opened his photo album. "So you're saying *she's* Xuan Jiayi?"
The girl nodded with great difficulty. "Yes, that's right."
Si Bao pointed at the mole on her neck and asked, "So I guess you have the exact same mole, huh?"
The girl was on the verge of tears. "I, I, I..."
And then, she really started crying.
This time, it was Si Bao who was at a loss for what to do.
"Don't cry. Just tell me the truth, I won't get mad," he said.
He recalled asking her before how her hands could be a bit plump when she looked so thin overall. She had explained that some people just have plump hands but not a plump face. He had actually believed her.
