She watched in a daze as Lady Lu, kneeling on the ground, sobbed and wept. Her body swayed slightly, almost collapsing into a kneel. Meng Xi'er didn't realize how miserable she must have looked at that moment. She didn't even know when she had started to cry. Her crystal clear eyes were now filled with tears, threatening to overflow with pain.
Lady Lu said she was willing to die in exchange for Lu Qingchuan's life. Wouldn't she do the same?
If heaven would give her the chance, she would prefer it if the person dying was herself...
The thought that Qingchuan, such a gentle person, might be lying dead beneath that cold, pitch-black sea was enough to shatter Meng Xi'er's heart.
How could he die in such a place? Such a cold and dark place was no place for the likes of him...
Lady Lu cried for a while before she seemed to regain some reason. With the support of a trembling servant, she got up, wiped away her tears, and glared bitterly at Meng Xi'er, who was standing not far away.
