Even though Meng Xi'er promised him so, he still had a sliver of doubt deep down. He didn't trust that Lu Yebai wouldn't discuss anything with Meng Xi'er.
This was not Lu Yebai's style.
If it wasn't something critical, he would not turn to Meng Xi'er. How could he, after expressing such strong disgust towards her, permit her into his room?
However, Meng Xi'er wasn't telling him.
Thinking these thoughts, Lu Qingchuan's eyes grew dim.
It seemed that she still wasn't truly ready to trust him.
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Meng Xi'er sat on her bed. She had taken a bath, and was wearing a soft, white linen nightgown. Her legs were crossed, her voluminous hair spilled over her shoulder. At this moment, she was carefully placing an aged family photo into a frame, her attractive eyes cast downwards.
Her movements were careful, as though handling a priceless treasure.
