Once she got in the car, Jiang Lai let out a long sigh, and the pent-up frustration in her heart, accumulated over the years, was released, making her feel much better.
"Did you keep the things he wrote to you?"
Shen Liao asked abruptly.
Jiang Lai, sitting beside him, replied in a calm tone.
"He never wrote me love letters."
"..."
"I said that just to rile them up, Gao Peipei would definitely believe it."
Shen Liao glanced at Jiang Lai next to him, a faint, almost imperceptible smile appearing on his usually stern face.
"You do seem to know them well."
"It's not them I know, it's feelings. As long as one has something to hide, the other will definitely sense it. At that time, no matter what I say, Gao Peipei would believe it."
After speaking, Jiang Lai glanced at Shen Liao with a faint smile.
"But I hope we can at least be honest with each other. Otherwise, once there's suspicion, it's exhausting to be together."
Shen Liao pursed his lips.
"So, have you ever doubted me?"
