"Brother Yan, you must have been provoked by a scoundrel. You must believe Ah Ying! Have you forgotten the beautiful memories we shared? Those are real, and everything else is fake!"
Wang Yingluo was frantic as she defended herself and described the memories she had fabricated.
"Brother Yan, when we first met, you were wearing an indigo robe. After you recovered from your injury, you even gave me a Jade Pendant, which was our token of love. You said you would come back for me, so I've been waiting for you. But then you went to war..."
"Is this your technique of psychological suggestion? First fabricating a somewhat plausible memory, both true and false, the more detailed, the more credible, is that it?"
Jun Yuyan's expression was cold, utterly unmoved.
If it were any ordinary man, perhaps Wang Yingluo's trick could have indeed confused him.
