Since he had already spoken, Song Yan didn't want to beat around the bush with her anymore.
She had been avoiding certain matters for over a year now, and it was time to seek clarification and lay things out clearly.
"I've always been puzzled, Jin Zhiya, since you became the 'other woman,' why you never admitted to being the 'other woman,' until I recently uncovered something."
As she spoke these words, Song Yan was remarkably calm.
"A group photo with the three of you in it."
"You, Jin Zhiya," Song Yan paused and looked into Qin Yao's eyes as she began to speak, "and Song Min'an."
"Was it you and Song Min'an who betrayed my dad first?"
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After leaving the hospital, Song Yan sat on the bench outside for a very long time.
Her head was full of a phrase that had recently gone viral online: "The clown turned out to be me."
The self-deprecating jest fit her current state, filled with an indescribable sourness and complex emotions.