"Uncle, did you prepare that room for her?" Ye Xingyan asked nervously. She would rather her uncle say it was prepared for some other girl than for the one who had taken over her identity.
"Is there a problem?" Ye Qiu finally responded to her. His gaze looked calm, yet in Ye Xingyan's eyes it carried immense pressure.
Ye Xingyan's heart trembled, a little hurt and a little helpless. She really wanted to ask: is blood relation really that important? Is it really more important than the more than ten years she'd spent by their side?
Yet from start to finish, she never thought about what exactly she had accompanied Ye Qiu through. Four years of approaching him with ulterior motives—why should others treat her differently because of that?
