"Can you tell me the truth now?" Bei Tianyou held his cup, quietly watching her.
Baili Xia took a deep breath, deciding she wouldn't keep it hidden anymore.
Hiding things—it can sometimes push emotions between people further and further apart.
"That day, you shouldn't have been so indifferent about your mother."
She knew her words might not be entirely correct, but he was the one who asked her to speak.
If her words were out of line, it was his own doing.
"Her hand was clearly injured by Nangong Yun's snow mink. Those scratches—it's impossible for a fall to cause such wounds."
She fixed her eyes on Bei Tianyou, her heart still a little stifled as she spoke about the matter.
"You knew. It's impossible for you not to have noticed. But why did you act like you didn't care? She's your mother!"
"So, this is why you've been cold and distant with me these past two days."
Bei Tianyou looked at her indifferently, his words devoid of any emotion.
