She instinctively tried to retreat, but the arm around her waist tightened.
Nangong Jin bit her lower lip and murmured,
"Then why... why didn't you expose me? I did the same despicable thing as Ye Liyuan. I deceived you."
At the mention of "Ye Liyuan," Pei Yuhang's gaze lowered. He finally let out a relaxed smile.
"Because I've come to terms with it... What does a lie matter? Who doesn't have lies and deceptions?"
Pei Yuhang placed his hand over her heart, a scorching heat passing through the fabric. "At least... the feelings beating in here are real."
He suddenly leaned close to her ear, his warm breath making Nangong Jin tremble all over. "Besides... Jin'Er, do you think you're the only one wearing a mask?"
"You feel you're unworthy, Junior Sister, but am I really the noble White-clothed Sword Immortal you imagine me to be?
In both heart and body, I have long since fallen into the mortal world.
Do you want to know my true, hidden face, Junior Sister?
