This night, Meng Xi'er didn't know how she got through it.
It was as if she had died once, physically and mentally.
When Lu Yebai opened the door, he saw Meng Xi'er still sitting on the bed, hugging her legs, her head buried in her knees.
It seemed she had been sitting like this all night, not moving at all. Lu Yebai's brows wrinkled as he wanted to say something, but all he did was coldly say, "Get up. We're going to the hospital."
Meng Xi'er's thin shoulders moved slightly as she lifted her head. Her face, amidst her disheveled hair, was so pale it was almost bloodless.
She looked visibly thinner, as if she had suffered a harsh illness.
"Lu Yebai," her blank gaze fixed on him, "I truly regret ever meeting you in this life."
"..."
"If I have a next life," she gave a faint smile, "Even if I must be a farm animal or a blade of grass, I hope not to meet you again."
Everything was given to her by him.
No joy, only sorrow and anger.
