She heard his breath behind her, with a faint scent of lemongrass spreading slowly in the air carried by the rain. Her eyes were sour, her eyelids swollen, and she badly wanted to ask him why he had come when they had agreed to part ways.
Then, her throat felt as if it was stuffed with cotton, her breath was tough to catch, and her heart was in agony as if going to explode.
She covered her face and began to cry silently. When he said they should part ways, it didn't hurt as much as now, when he rushed over, almost causing her too much pain to bear.
The man behind her was silent for a long while.
Meng Xi'er lifted her head, slowly turned around, and looked at his face.
His handsome face, in the dim light and shadows, appeared like a top-tier landscape painting, profound and charming.
"Why did you come out?" she forced a smile, gathered her strength, and asked, "Didn't we agree that…"
