At the very moment of contact, Lady Yan abruptly withdrew her hand, brushing away the tears at the corner of her eyes, and sat back on her meditation cushion with a composed expression.
"Meng Xiaojiu, if you're going to lie, at least come up with a plausible excuse. Do you think I'm a three-year-old child?"
Meng Qianqian thought to herself, I wasn't lying to you. Why won't anyone believe the truth these days?
But your reaction… it's a bit excessive, isn't it?
Could it be that we know each other? And not just superficially?
Meng Qianqian's head throbbed again.
These damned incomplete memories!
Steadying her mind, Meng Qianqian spread her hands toward Lady Yan and said, "I've already said all I can. If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do."