"Yes," Zuo Xingyun answered without hesitation and then countered, "Do you?"
Xiang Wan nodded heavily, "I feel the same, it's just a pity that there is no cure for regret, and time will not flow backward."
They tacitly avoided asking each other what that regretful matter was; perhaps they both had an idea in their hearts.
All of a sudden, Xiang Wan felt a sting in her eyes and raised her head to look at the sky.
Moonlight, sparse through the gaps of the trellis, fell in a cold, gentle cascade.
After a while, she spoke again, "We can't go back to how things were, and you have gotten all that you wished for. I want to know why you still treat me well, just like before? You should have just let me and my mom be. If it's because I saved you before, you really need not bother. From the moment you killed my dad, I have loathed you."
