Hang Yishao was captivated by Yan Wuxu's words, and he was struggling inside. Things had reached this point today, and he thought he could only prevent Su Ziceng from getting hurt again, which is why he approached Yan Wuxu.
"Are you willing to admit that the man in the photo is yourself?" Yan Wuxu did not open her eyes, and deep in her heart, the conscience that had been lost for a long time was telling her that the man Su Ziceng loved was Pello. But now she had to push Su Ziceng completely towards Hang Yishao.
"The man in the photo is clearly..." Hang Yishao stopped, he grabbed the torn magazine and inspected the man on it; he recognized Pello's silhouette.
"You and Pello are similar in height and build, and only a few people in the world know his true identity. If you can put aside what has happened in the past, if you truly love Su Ziceng enough, then this matter might still have a chance to be resolved." Yan Wuxu could only hope that Hang Yishao genuinely loved Su Ziceng.
