In truth, she found herself a little bored. If she were a novel protagonist, she would've given him absolute hell. Instead, she forgave him without any revenge or violence.
She really couldn't bear to part with him, though. She wanted the living Lu Yi, not the lifeless tombstone. She was tired of the line:
The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between opposite sides of the world. It is that you don't know that I love you when I stand in front of you.
It was a beautiful, heart-rending phrase; but Yan Huan didn't want to be heartbroken anymore.
Weren't things fine as they were? Plus, there had never been any betrayal between them.
"What's on your mind?" asked Lu Yi, taking the ladle from her hand and stirring the pot's contents with it. Dumplings swam to the surface of the frothing pot. Shrimp dumplings have a short cook time; they are ready almost as soon as you dump them into the boiling water.
