The Torn Reality

Fake.

All fake.

From the very moment he met her, aside from a nickname, everything about her had been fake.

Her tenderness was fake.

Her justice was fake.

Her mission was fake.

Her identity was fake.

All the ambiguity she had cultivated before, all the flirting and teasing, had been fake.

And beneath layer upon layer of illusions, her true face lay in this document.

Shi Tiexin smiled bitterly.

"Do you know? Right now, I feel like I really am a fucking idiot." He looked at Youyou across from him, his voice carrying a trace of absurdity. "I actually fell for your tricks again and again. I actually let you deceive me over and over. I don't even understand why myself. Tell me, am I a fucking idiot?"

A flicker of panic, carefully concealed, flashed through Youyou's eyes. On the surface, though, she looked utterly baffled. "What are you talking about? What do you mean, falling for my tricks and being deceived by me? When did I ever deceive you?"

"When did you deceive me? Where should I even begin counting them one by one? Should I start with your identity as the 'Counterfeit Currency Genius,' or with your purpose in approaching Wang Dafa and approaching me? Oh, right—perhaps we should first talk about the Ouyang Brothers' umbrella of protection, the mighty backer Wang Dafa had always wanted to cling to, and your boss as well—Commander Chen."

Youyou's pupils contracted. She said nothing more, and she stopped trying to argue.

She suddenly leaned lightly against the doorframe. Her expression first turned cold, then playful, and finally seductive. There was no longer a trace of softness in her voice; it became cold, vicious, and sinister. "Sigh, you saw through me in the end. What a pity."

Hiss—

Shi Tiexin closed his