A series of questions left Song Xingyao frozen in place. He had actually figured it out; she thought she had hidden it very well.

A sour feeling welled up in her nose, as if something was about to burst out of her eyes, so she took a breath to try to suppress the emotion.

"I'm talking to you and you're going against me." The moonlight illuminated her slightly reddened eyes. "Sigh... so this is what it feels like to not be trusted."

Song Xingyao heard his somewhat frustrated tone, and then her vision was blocked by a slender hand.

"You don't have to pretend to be flawless in front of me. You clearly have emotions, but you don't show them, and you always keep your thoughts to yourself..."

He stopped talking as he felt a damp touch on his palm.

He removed his hand from the woman's face, then stared into her bright eyes and asked, "When you say you believe me, do you really believe me?"

The soul-searching question sent a jolt through her, like an electric shock, a sharp, stabbing pain and bitterness welling up inside her.

For the past two decades, Song Xingyao has consistently delivered excellent performances, maintaining a resilient and optimistic demeanor that no one has dared to tear away.

She simply doesn't trust anyone, and she doesn't believe anyone will help him or stand by her side.

While in the orphanage, the adults bullied her. She rarely confided in her best friend, Xiaoyao, but after being adopted, she had no friends left to be with.

After being adopted by the Song family, she suffered beatings and bullying, which once made her question why she was born.

The defenses she had built through hard work and living were shattered in that instant by the man in front of her.

The grievances erupted, turning into unstoppable tears that kept falling, nourishing the unbridled growth of unknown emotions.