Fearing that she might upset the already fragile defenses of this young lady's heart, Mingshu spoke with utmost tact.
Yet Wen Zhiyi seemed to see through her intentions, gently but firmly shaking her head, "In fact, this is precisely why I agreed to meet this time. I know there are many misunderstandings about him outside, and there are also many unpleasant rumors about myself."
"But those are all false. In fact, I have not suffered any harm at all."
She spoke calmly, dropping bombshell after bombshell.
Mingshu's eyes suddenly widened, realizing that things were getting beyond her understanding.
She even wondered if the young lady might have Stockholm syndrome.
But what followed definitely went off the rails.
Wen Zhiyi knew she was not believed, glanced at Si Chu, asking him to turn around, then rolled up her sleeve to show Mingshu.
There, on her snow-white wrist, was a striking Rouge Tears.
The fact proved that what Wen Zhiyi said was indeed true.