Upon hearing Lu Yebai's words, Meng Xi'er's fingers, placed on the glass window, slowly clenched into a fist. She wanted to fervently refute Lu Yebai. No, it wasn't! What she shared with Lu Qingchuan wasn't a hopeless infatuation, it wasn't just a dream...
However, it was as if her throat was blocked, she couldn't utter a word.
Was it really not a dream?
In her dark life, Lu Qingchuan's existence was like a meteor, bright but fleeting...
More than that, Xia Muning was already carrying his child...
A sob rose up into her throat, and she fiercely bit her lip, staring intently at Lu Qingchuan in the hospital room.
This was seemingly all that there could be between them.
Even though he's unconscious right now, the one who can stay by his side to care for him, can never be her.
Xia Muning could give him a child.
But she couldn't.
She couldn't give him anything, on the contrary, she would cause him to lose so much. This was the distance between them.
