Xia Ruoxin looked at the amulet in his hand, her eyes reddening. This was Xia Yixuan's—no, Chu Lui's, but it was never hers. So he had found out everything, but there was no use. Everything was too late now, twenty-years late. There was no point in mentioning it anymore.
"Why didn't you tell me that the little girl I met was actually you? Why didn't you tell me that the amulet was yours?" Chu Lui clenched his hand tightly, the corners of the amulet digging into his palm.
"What about you?" Xia Ruoxin looked at him, a white glaze across her eyes making her unable to see clearly. "You said that you would come back and look for me, but you didn't. You were only looking for Xia Yixuan."
