After those words fell, beyond the door of the dressing room, there was dead silence.
Lu Xiao seemed to have evaporated on the spot, without a sound.
Wen Xian's soft voice came through: "… Lu Xiao…?"
And the person outside about to evaporate: "…"
Lu Xiao held his breath as if his heart had stopped beating.
His fists clenched, his ears tingling with restlessness.
No one knew what he was thinking, what thoughts he had in that moment.
After what felt like an eternity, he took a deep breath again, as if trying hard to control his chaotic emotions, even his erratic heartbeat…!
Seeing that he still said nothing, the little woman inside spoke again, her voice carrying a hint of indescribable grievance, pleading:
"… Lu Xiao? I've tried, but my hand really hurts, I don't have the strength…"
Her plaintive, soft voice acted like a potent catalyst, completely crumbling his rigid heart, turning it utterly malleable.
His stiff fingertips moved slightly.
