"You and Yanyan bear some resemblance..." Sang Shixi told me.
Blind was his dog's eyes, I didn't look a single hair like the girl in the photo.
"It's not about looking alike, it's that both of you are very distinctive and can easily make your way into other people's hearts."
I swear I didn't like the way Sang Shixi spoke as if he understood everything; I didn't like being seen right through.
I pocketed the photo; I am not one for vagueness. If I have something to ask, I want it clear and straightforward.
I couldn't possibly take Sang Shixi's word for it here.
Nor would I rely on my immature judgment alone to conclude that all Sang Qi had done for me was to use me as a front to reject the He family's arranged marriage.
Forget it, I might as well speak plainly.
I just didn't believe it, nor could I reconcile with it.
I didn't believe that every moment Sang Qi faced me, he was thinking of that Yanyan.