Now that Xu Yi had given in and sought reconciliation, he suddenly told the truth.
Only then did Young Master Xu finally understand everything: the reason this man had not killed him was clearly that he had not recognized the woman who had fallen naked back then as himself in men's clothing.
He also finally understood why, after seeing through his identity as Young Master Xu, the man had remained perfectly composed, showing none of the embarrassment he had felt when he first saw him naked.
"Fate's twists and turns—how wondrous they are."
At this thought, Young Master Xu grew even more despondent. The man still thought of him as a man. How ridiculous that he had actually harbored such feelings for him.
He was probably the most pitiful, most wretched person in the whole world.
"Brother Xu, Brother Xu, where do we go from here? Please, lay out your terms."
Xu Yi could sense that Young Master Xu was in turmoil, but no matter what, he could never have guessed that such a struggle was raging inside him.
Young Master Xu reluctantly gathered his thoughts and gave a cold snort. "You tell me. What terms should I lay out?" As he spoke, he pointed at the tattered white shirt fluttering behind him, then changed his mind and covered himself instead. "Just how did you recognize me?"
Xu Yi smiled. "It's quite a coincidence. When Brother Xu and I first met, I once caught you in the same way. Today's just history repeating itself. The moment I touched you, I suddenly felt as if I'd done it before. That's why I tore your shirt. Once our skin touched, I was certain. Tsk, tsk, Brother Xu, you take very good care of yourself. I'm impressed, I'm impressed."
Young Master Xu could