The sunlight streamed in through the window, casting a clear light on Meng Xi'er's face. Propping up her cheek, she gazed out the window. The bright contrast of her eyes seemed like a misty expanse, devoid of distinguishable emotions.
Lu Yebai sat there and gradually his mood began to worsen. Meng Xi'er's presence, unbeknownst to him, had begun influencing him in an indescribable way.
Her every frown and smile, every move she made, even if he didn't want to admit, he had to admit that they struck a chord with his emotions at all times. Whether he was happy or angry, it was all because of Meng Xi'er, and this was something Lu Yebait found hard to bear.
