His hand was trembling slightly as he looked at Mei Yangyang, who was standing so close to him, and felt the blade of her sword resting less than 0.01 centimeters from his throat.
Xi Yangyang's mind raced. The fact that Mei Yangyang hadn't attacked him immediately suggested a few possibilities.
First, Mei Yangyang hadn't struck right away because she clearly didn't fully believe he was an impostor. Even though she thought she was completely convinced he was a fake, that lingering anticipation and hope in her heart still left a sliver of room for the possibility that he was real. Had she not just grazed his cheek with the dagger she suddenly threw—he could still feel the warmth of the blood, and the wound on his cheek was even beginning to bleed—that inner doubt, combined with the suspicious blood flowing down his face, was probably what kept Mei Yangyang from striking.
Chapter 167