Communication

At Yimo's words and actions, Qiao Jian and Qin Muse immediately looked at the girl too.

The girl wore a simple emerald-green dress and had her black hair in two braids. She looked very ordinary, with a few pimples on her face and glasses. She seemed to be a high school student.

After Yimo grabbed her wrist, a look of panic appeared on her face. She stammered, "I-I... I wasn't following you!"

A sharp glint appeared in Yimo's dead-fish eyes as he stared into the girl's eyes. Seeing her evasive gaze, he was now 100% certain there was something wrong with her.

He stared at her for a full ten seconds. Only when she was so anxious she was almost in tears did he say calmly, "Oh, so you're saying that every time I came out of a shop over the past hour or so and saw you nearby, it was purely a coincidence?"

The girl took a few deep breaths, pressed her lips together, and hurriedly replied, "Mm, it must have been a coincidence!"

A coincidence?

Yimo said, "I lied. I hadn't seen you before."

"But you instinctively answered that it was a coincidence. That means you really did see me every time I came out of a shop, and you remembered it."

"I've gone in and out of several different shops in the past two hours, and you've managed to see me every single time."

"Don't you think that's a little too much of a coincidence?"

After Yimo had tricked her, the girl grew even more nervous and stammered incoherently, "Th-this... Well..."

"Maybe we're just fated to meet?"

She looked at Yimo and smiled very awkwardly.

The sharpness in Yimo's gaze didn't change, and his tone grew a little more forceful. "You're really just fated to meet?"

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