"The gift that day wasn't given in vain," Li Yuan muttered to himself. I have to make good use of this assist from my mother-in-law. How should I explain things if I see Zhong Tingyue tonight?
A rough outline soon formed in his mind. Since I could spin that kind of story for Bai Weixi, mixing truths and lies to manipulate her, maybe I can refine it a bit more for Zhong Tingyue. After a moment of thought, he gently shook his head. Crafting such stories so often is getting boring, and they're full of holes. In the end, it all depends on Zhong Tingyue's own feelings. If she wants to continue seeing me, she'll find an excuse for herself even if I say nothing. If she's determined to break up, she won't believe me no matter how perfectly I weave the story.
Li Yuan checked the time; it was just around five in the afternoon, so he still had time to play some basketball.
After quickly changing into his basketball jersey, Li Yuan hurried to the court.
