Lu Yebai was standing there, frozen in place, and if it wasn't for his open eyes, Meng Xi'er would have thought that he had fallen asleep.
"Mr. Lu?"
When she was only a meter away from him, Meng Xi'er asked again, "Are... you okay?"
Not knowing whether it was from standing by the window and feeling the cold wind or not, Meng Xi'er always felt that Lu Yebai's face seemed exceptionally pale. Under the moonlight, his snow-white face looked somewhat peculiar.
He was watching her, but he didn't speak. His expression and eyes made her feel slightly uneasy.
At a distance of a meter, she didn't dare approach any closer. She could only cautiously stand not too far away from him, warily watching him.
Lu Yebai must have been drunk; otherwise, he wouldn't be standing peacefully in front of her like this. He would, as usual, harshly tell her to get lost.
Meng Xi'er thought so, but her heart didn't feel too uncomfortable. Perhaps, she was truly beginning to move on.
This was a good thing.
