Zhao Mengmeng's drowsiness vanished in an instant, her eyes as wide as copper bells, staring incredulously at Pei Chenyang's familiar face.
"Um, it's me." Pei Chenyang nodded indifferently, the mask in his hand, with a "thud," fell to the ground.
Initially, he had not planned to do this; he only meant to deceive a little and gradually get Zhao Mengmeng to accept him.
But just now, Zhao Mengmeng's words had changed Pei Chenyang's original intention.
Since she could not accept such deceit, he, too, chose to be honest with Zhao Mengmeng.
Although this method was risky, perhaps being honest could completely backfire from his original intent.
"It has always been you, you actually..." Zhao Mengmeng shivered violently.
Kus, this person, was utterly fictional, nonexistent, it was all Pei Chenyang, acting out a drama he directed and played.
Originally, the happiness she thought she had, the person she thought was considerate and caring for her, it was all fake.
