The cultural gap of three millennia was on full display in that moment.
For example, Mo Si had no idea what a "demon" was, but he instinctively felt it wasn't a compliment and quickly retorted, "I'm not a demon!"
"Then your face—" Jiang Qiuqiu's gaze remained fixed on Mo Si's face.
In that moment, Mo Si knew the time had come.
He had hesitated and agonized, but now, he had to explain everything clearly.
Forced into this situation, Mo Si wasn't nervous. Of course! 'It would've been even better if she hadn't seen what just happened!'
"This is a bit complicated," Mo Si said. "But I didn't lie to you on purpose."
"...Lied to me?" Jiang Qiuqiu seized on the key point. "What did you lie to me about?"
Mo Si fell silent for a moment. "How about we turn on the lights and talk this over slowly?"
She took a step back and, with a CLICK, turned on the light in the room.
The room instantly brightened, just like Mo Si's heart at that moment—completely unburdened.
