When Liu Mingxing stealthily entered the room, she saw Meng Xi'er weeping at the bedside.
Her crying was soft and low. From behind, all that could be seen was the faint trembling of her thin shoulders, hidden beneath her cascading hair, revealing a glimpse of the pale skin on the back of her neck.
"Xixi..."
"What happened?" Liu Mingxing called her name quietly, "Did that bastard hurt you?"
Maybe it was Meng Xi'er's past that made it easy for others to feel sympathetic towards her. Even though Meng Xi'er wasn't much younger than her, Liu Mingxing always felt a protective urge towards her.
Meng Xi'er seemed too weak, too fragile, it made you want to cherish and protect her.
Hearing Liu Mingxing's voice, Meng Xi'er stopped crying. She turned to look at her, a glimmer of helplessness in her eyes, and got up to wipe away her tears.
"Mingxing... why are you here?"
