Shi Mei listened to these words, and the images she had seen back then involuntarily surfaced in her mind.
Indeed, it was him without a doubt.
Seeing Shi Mei’s face waver, Shi Lingyan continued, "At that time, what did you see? Tell me."
Shi Mei opened her mouth to speak but, all of a sudden, closed it again, warily looking at him, pursing her lips and saying, "Don’t kiss me."
Shi Lingyan smiled, leaned in close, and whispered, "You make it hard for me to control myself."
Their proximity was very close.
His warm breath fanned her face, tickling her cheeks a little and making them feel hot; she glared at him and said, "It was obviously you who killed me, driving that new car you bought..."
"An Aston Martin Rapide."
"The one you gave me?"
"Yes!" Shi Mei thought of this, and her heart felt as if it were being pricked by needles, "And that gun I picked out for you!"
Shi Mei turned her head away, her eyes stinging, her voice somewhat hoarse, "What are you even pretending for, I would never mistake you for someone else, I’d recognize you even if you turned to ashes."
"Indeed, we know each other inside out, we know what each other looks like, but the hallucinogenic drug isn’t about you seeing something from outside; it’s about you concocting images that only you can see. So yes, you did see me, but not the real me, the me from your memory," Shi Lingyan said, anger rising in him as he bit her face lightly.
Shi Mei was shocked, looking at him with annoyance.
But Shi Lingyan didn’t stop there. He continued to lick and kiss her face, maliciously biting her delicate skin with his teeth.
Shi Mei was both shocked and infuriated, "What are you doing, get off me!"
"You’re falsely accusing me; it hurts here," Shi Lingyan paused, taking her hand and placing it on his chest, "It hurts badly."
Hearing his aggrieved tone, Shi Mei’s anger was momentarily stuck in her throat.
Shi Lingyan said, "I wasn’t in the country at the time. By the time I returned, the accident had already happened. I can find the surveillance footage from back then to show you that nobody killed you; it was all an accident, just like my car accident this time."
Shi Mei calmed down, her gaze trembling.
Later, she too had investigated, and Shi Lingyan wasn’t in the country at that time.
Ye Tiao said so, and Tang Jingming said so; she thought they had been deceived by Shi Lingyan.
But now, Shi Lingyan himself said the same, and his words were coherent and structured; the fact that Shi Mei had firmly believed was suddenly shaken, leaving her uncertain and hesitant.
"Do you have proof?" Shi Mei asked.
Shi Lingyan curled his lips into a smile, "I do."
Shi Lingyan stood up, took out a laptop from his suitcase, and turned it on, "I have saved everything, as well as the evidence of Bai Yuejie coveting your heart—I kept it all."
Although he said so, Shi Mei still kept him at arm’s length in her heart; abruptly hearing the name Bai Yuejie, that distance only grew deeper.
Shi Mei crawled up from the bed, making her way next to him to look at the computer screen.
On the screen was a photo, and in the photo, there was a medical examination form.
"Fei’er Private Clinic," Shi Mei’s brows furrowed even more, "Many years ago, Bai Yuejie took me to this clinic for a check-up, and last autumn, she took me there again."
"Did she take Shi Mei?" Shi Lingyan wrapped his arms around her, drawing her to his side, somewhat disbelieving, yet unable to help prodding, "Are you now... inhabiting Shi Mei’s body?"