He shook his head quickly, almost desperately.
"I had even made up my mind once. I thought I would ignore my mother's last wishes, break off the engagement, and confess to you myself. I wanted to love you, only you. But that very same day, you exposed your identity. You misunderstand me, Gu Jin."
Gu Jin rolled her eyes and said coldly, "I do not believe you."
Her calm rejection was like ice water poured over his head.
But Long Yifan did not let go of her hand. He tightened his grip, his eyes shining with determination. "Then I will show you proof."
Before Gu Jin could even respond, he pulled out a small crystal device from his pocket. With a wave of his hand, it lit up, projecting glowing images into the air.
