Don't Cry, I'm Not Lying to You

Thinking of her previous nightmare, Yu Youyao's eyes turned red again. "I-I had a nightmare." She threw herself into her cousin's arms again and cried until she was out of breath. "I dreamed that Grandmother brought me to the Duke Rong's Residence to attend the flower festival. An old woman dragged me into the crepe myrtle garden and forced me to meet the Third Prince. Everyone scolded me and said that I shamelessly seduced the Third Prince. No matter how I explained, no one believed me."

Thinking of the nightmare where the older Yao Yao couldn't defend herself and was betrayed by everyone, Yu Youyao suddenly felt a sense of resentment.

Although it had only been a nightmare, she knew very well that without her cousin, she wouldn't have ended up much better in reality than in her nightmare.