Yet all had vanished.
Before her, lay a desolate overgrown meadow and a mansion corroded with rust. The gleaming sunshine of the past, now blocked off by neglected branches growing in chaos. Meng Xi'er pushed the door open, looking up at the space where once the family portrait hung in the grand hall, nothing remained, no tables, no chairs, nor the family portrait.
All destroyed by her.
Look at what she has done, what has she done indeed?
Why did she fall in love with Lu Yebai? Why did she meet him? Why did she love him so shamelessly and perseveringly?
If only she had not met him, if only she could not love him. If heaven could grant her a chance to start over, she'd wish for a lifetime without crossing paths with Lu Yebai, never wishing to love him again.
Tears began to trail down her cheeks, falling onto the dust-covered floor.
