The thought alone was enough to rouse an inevitable sadness within her. She genuinely no longer cared about him.
The woman who once loved him so deeply, who promised to marry him, so easily dismissed her affections.
Lady Lu was still a bit worried for him and suggested he get a check-up. Lu Yebai shook his head, heading towards Meng Xi'er's hospital room.
The anesthesia hadn't fully worn off yet, Meng Xi'er was still unconscious. With an IV hanging from her pallid hand, her face revealed a chilling lifelessness under the sunlight.
Lu Yebai sat down beside her, silently staring at this heartless woman.
Just like that, she proclaimed death and died. No note was left behind, no indicators given.
Well, perhaps there were signs, he just didn't notice them.
Perhaps when she said she shouldn't have come back, when she said it was all her fault, she no longer wanted to live.
Then he told her that she indeed shouldn't have come back.
How he wished she hadn't returned.
