"You, are you being controlled by An Zhizhen?!"
Cen Dongsheng was astounded and instinctively questioned.
The same words, he had only heard from Sister Zhi Zhen.
"Why would you think that?... Ah, I understand, she suggested it, but Brother Dongsheng didn't accept, did he?"
Yi Qingyan bashfully smiled.
"Don't worry, I am still myself, she can't possibly control me. It's just, that woman occasionally says things that do resonate with me..."
"..."
After a moment of shock, Cen Dongsheng gazed into the girl's clear eyes, convinced that she was not lying.
Her will was clear, and her attitude was very serious.
Honestly, this was harder to accept than the guess that "she was accidentally manipulated by Sister Zhi Zhen."
Cen Dongsheng looked at their hands clasped together, unsure of what to say for a while. After the wounds healed, their blood had fused together.
