"But I can be certain that Xue'er isn't your daughter, and you weren't defiled by Qian Xunji. If you don't believe me, you can check for yourself!"
Su Yu watched Bibi Dong's disbelieving expression, then left the room and closed the door behind him.
Bibi Dong sat on the bed, her fingertips digging deeply into the brocade quilt until her knuckles turned white.
Su Yu's words were like a pebble thrown into a deep pool, stirring layer upon layer of ripples across the lake of her heart, which had long since frozen over.
"Not my daughter... not defiled..."
She murmured to herself, her voice as faint as a wisp of smoke, yet her hollow gaze was frightening.
The memories she had regarded as shame surged through her mind: the pitch-black secret chamber, and Qian Xunji's oppressive face.
And the complicated emotions mingled with humiliation and bewilderment that had filled her heart when Qian Renxue was born...
But Su Yu's tone had been far too certain, so certain that she couldn't help but waver.
After an unknown length of time, Bibi Dong looked at her fingers and made up her mind!
About five minutes later, Bibi Dong looked at her fingers, then buried her face in the bedding.
Tears burst forth uncontrollably, and her suppressed sobs filled the entire room!
She! She! She was still pure!
Boohoo--
An entire afternoon passed quickly. After finishing her affairs, Qian Renxue went with Su Yu to visit Bibi Dong.
The two pushed open the door. The light inside was somewhat dim, and Bibi Dong was sitting on the edge of the bed. Hearing the noise, she slowly raised her head.
Her gaze fell on Qian Renxue. Complex emotions churned in those eyes that had once been covered in frost.
There was confusion, scrutiny,