Chapter 5

Zhou Yiming didn't ask much, he just cleaned each of my fingers and then put the handkerchief into his own chest pocket.

Having known him for years, I understood that he was not a volatile person.

On the contrary, the more intense his emotions, the calmer he appeared externally.

It was precisely this inscrutability that made me resistant to him.

"Do you want to rekindle your old flame with Bai Lin, so you're using this excuse to brush me off?"

I didn't want to deny it, better to speak plainly.

But Zhou Yiming let out a laugh, devoid of any mirth in his eyes.

"Bai Lin indeed has not had a deep connection with his wife all along," Zhou Yiming said indifferently, then changed his tone, "However, four years ago, you and he got drunk together, he took the wrong room card, and mistakenly spent a night with her. Afterwards, to take responsibility, he broke up with you—how much did he really care about you?"

"What?" I murmured, "Are you sure?"