He gently patted her back, his tone so tender it could practically drip honey.
Yuanya mustered a bitter smile. It was always him who hurt her.
And yet after the fact, he was always so gentle.
She truly couldn't understand what Lan Xiu was thinking.
In truth, what could Lan Xiu be thinking?
He merely wanted to keep Yuanya from harm, to make her remember her lesson and never repeat her mistakes.
Lan Xiu's thought process was always obscure, without an admission of fault. Only by letting her taste bitterness would the lesson etch into her mind and heart.
Some things are better taught by him than by others.
The pain is the same, but at least she is safe.
He is not a man for explanations, and Yuanya cannot understand. This misunderstanding always seems to stand between their hearts, like a layer of veil.
Visible, yet intangible, leaving one puzzled.
Yuanya leaned against his chest. Even though her eyes were closed, she had not fallen asleep.
