After the last incident where her use of Yan Zhi's work was discovered, Tang Suxin directly copied Yan Zhi's script by hand.
However, she had barely begun to feel smug about keeping an ace up her sleeve when Yan Zhi's voice, calm and steady, rang out:
"All right, since we cannot verify the creation time, let's compare our familiarity with the work. Since you wrote the script stroke by stroke, you should know the lines by heart, right?"
Yan Zhi recited a line from the script:
"I cannot choose how to be born, how to die, but I can decide how to love, how to live. What is the next line?"
Tang Suxin: "..."
"You wrote the entire script by hand, and you don't remember?" Yan Zhi asked her, her tone bland.
Tang Suxin's throat was completely blocked.
Lies are like balloons, they grow larger as you blow into them, but burst with just a prick.
Being defeated step by step in front of a woman she once looked down upon was an unbearably awful feeling for Tang Suxin.