Do You Wish I Were Fake?

"Xiao Tian, are you real?"

Suddenly,

Qian Renxue raised her head, a faint glimmer flashing through her tearful eyes,

as she stared fixedly at Ye Tian and softly asked.

"..."

Hearing this, Ye Tian fell silent for a moment.

It seemed Qian Renxue had not fully regained her senses as he had thought.

Ye Tian raised a hand, wiped the tears from Qian Renxue's face, and nodded seriously. "Of course I'm real. Genuine, no substitutions."

"Then do you still remember the immortal herb I picked because of you at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well?"

Qian Renxue's haggard face was somewhat numb.

Her soft words were filled with probing.

Her golden eyes, streaked with bloodshot veins, were full of suspicion.

The bloodshot veins made her deep eyes becoming shattered, just like her heart right now—ready to break at the slightest touch...

"..."

Ye Tian fell silent once again.

He understood what Qian Renxue meant, and even more so, he understood just how much of a bastard he was!

Ye Tian slowly nodded.

"Of course I remember. The immortal herb you picked back then was called the Lovesick Heartbreak Red."

"And it had a tragic yet beautiful legend..."

"Haha... haha!"

Words fell,

and Qian Renxue suddenly burst into laughter. Her tear-streaked face was filled with a mocking smile and barely restrained fury.

She abruptly raised both hands,

and grabbed Ye Tian's collar, which still bore Jin Yue'er's tears.

Her eyes wide and silver teeth clenched, she furiously rebuked him:

"You counterfeit!"

"The real Xiao Tian doesn't remember this at all! Otherwise, how could he be fooling around with other women?!"

Qian Renxue yanked Ye Tian before her.

At such close range, her peerlessly beautiful yet haggard face twisted slightly with rage.

As if exhausting all her strength, Qian Renxue shouted,