Gu Tianmu was still leaning back against the sofa opposite Nalan Jing. Perhaps due to his back injury, he leaned slightly to the side.
"Three years. I spent three years being with her, disguised as you. It was also during that period of time that I fell in love with that headstrong and insecure little girl, but—" Nalan Jing looked up at Gu Tianmu, his eyes turning malicious and bitter. "But as the relationship between Mr. and Mrs. Gu grew better and better, it violated the bottom line of the person who hired me to be your impersonator. So, she stopped faking her death and hatched an evil plot on Didi, despite Didi being only fourteen at the time. Funny, isn't it? A fourteen-year-old girl was crushed because of you!"
Nalan Jing gripped the glass in his hand so tightly that it broke. The shards cut his fingers and palm, but he didn't care.
