Lu Qingchuan turned and looked at Meng Xi'er. He stared at her pale face and said softly, "Don't take it to heart. My mother sometimes speaks inappropriately and offends people with her remarks."
"..."
Meng Xi'er looked up blankly, her eyes dark. There was no notable emotion in them, only a helpless smile. She didn't nod, nor shake her head.
She looked forlorn. Even though she stood beside him, there was no sense of warmth from him. The dim light fell on her shoulders, making her appear as if she was being consumed by darkness.
Lu Qingchuan moved his lips, and a gentle pain welled up in his heart. He suddenly wanted to hold her, to tell her not to be afraid, that he would always be by her side to protect her. He wanted to cherish her, make her happy, and wipe away the loneliness from her face.
But the time was not yet right for this.
There was someone else in her heart, and he could not make her uncomfortable like this.
