He glanced at Han Zuo, "You did that performance on purpose for him to see!"
"I didn't... I didn't..." The woman kept backing away, tears falling like pearls from her eyes, her delicate neck swinging back and forth, tears clinging to her long eyelashes, as beautiful as pear blossoms in the rain, pity-inducing in my sight.
"If denial were useful," Gu Junzhu said leisurely, "then a criminal in a courtroom would just have to say 'I didn't commit the crime,' and they would all be acquitted."
Gu Junzhu scoffed, "Of course, you can't foresee the future; you had simply rehearsed with that man beforehand, knowing exactly which line he would say before he was going to hit you. As soon as he finished that line, you knew he was about to strike and you subconsciously performed a self-protective dodge."
"No... I didn't... I really didn't..." the woman desperately shook her head, "I swear, I don't know that man who just slapped me... I swear..."
