Chen Yuan pointed at the two sisters. His fingertips were visibly trembling. He was gritting his teeth, holding back ten thousand things he wanted to say.
But he couldn't get a single word out. He only felt a furious rage surging through him.
He stared hard at the scene before him, as if trying to burn it into his brain, to remember it for the rest of his life.
A lie that had been constructed over a full year, now torn apart by his own hands.
Chen Yuan watched the two sisters' reactions. Jiangg Yao shrieked, scrambling to hide in a futile effort. She must have wished she could shrink down to nothing and disappear into any unnoticed corner—a drawer, a crack in the floor, the space under the trunk, even one of the socks hanging on the balcony.
Jiangg Ning was so frightened her face was deathly pale. She hadn't even begun to process what was happening. If you looked closely, you could see her pupils had shrunk to the size of pinpricks.
'The trunk burst open!'
