Meng Xi'er's lips turned pale, "Lu Yebai, you can't treat me like this..."
"I can." He quietly responded.
He reached out and grabbed her wrist, her slender bones giving the impression that they could be crushed with a slight squeeze.
He pulled her into the car, wrapping his arms around her, sitting her on his lap. His chin rested on her slender shoulder.
Meng Xi'er body was freezing cold, whether from his fear of him or the cold weather, his intimate gesture didn't receive any tender reciprocation.
Lu Yebai's gaze drifted to the window, unaware of when the seasons had changed, the intense heat of Shengxia had passed and cool autumn had unknowingly arrived, the autumn wind bringing a chill, stirring the withered leaves by the road.
Unconsciously, Meng Xi'er had already been back for a summer.
The memory of their meeting that day was still vivid, the feelings of intense hatred and agony still seemed palpable. Yet remembering it now, it felt like a distant dream.
