She couldn't hurt him.
Such a good man like him should have a gentle, lovely wife who gives birth to a cute daughter or a handsome son, a happy family of three, living in harmony.
Not being with her.
She could never provide him with a family of three.
She couldn't treat the only man who was good to her in this world that way.
Lu Yebai looked at her face, feeling slightly irritated. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket but didn't light it. He just held it in his hand, kneading it as if venting something.
He hated to see this expression on Meng Xi'er, especially when she thought of Lu Qingchuan, her gentle yet sorrowful look, which made him frustrated.
But he couldn't say anything, he could only find ways to vent his frustration.
He shouldn't be sitting here, watching her sad for another man, he should have gone home now. What does the life and death of Lu Qingchuan and Meng Xixi have to do with him? He didn't want to deal with these goddamned matters.
