Zhang Han's expression froze as her calm "Yes" seemed to ripple through the air, cutting into him more deeply than he could have anticipated. Was is it really true? Li Na was looking at him so steadily, her wide eyes unwavering as if she held something more beneath the surface, something he couldn't quite reach.
For a long moment, silence hung between them. Zhang Han's mind was a storm of questions, but above all, one thought pounded in his skull—how does she know this? And more importantly, why did she seem so bothered by it? His heart sank, recalling the delicate balance that had once existed between him and Mei Xing, his wife, and now here Li Na stood, hinting at things that unsettled him, making him question his life in ways he hadn't anticipated.
He clenched his fists, his voice lower than before, thick with disbelief. "You're lying. How do you even know about that? About her? You don't know anything."