"You said you'd marry me, you said you'd take me away, how could you forget all this!"
The shattered voice echoed from the quiet space, filled with suffocating despair.
Lu Qingchuan slowly lifted his head and looked at Meng Xi'er not far away.
This was their meeting time; he looked at her for the first time.
This glance made everyone inexplicably tense.
For Lu Qingchuan, Meng Xi'er should be a special existence. Would he remember something when he saw her?
Slowly, Lu Qingchuan's brows furrowed slightly. After a long time, he asked in a soft voice, "Have we...had something in the past?"
His tone was polite but distant.
"I can't remember." He seemed very sorry, smiled at her with a hint of apology, "Did we...?
"No!"
Father Lu frowned, quickly interrupted him, turned his head and said to Lu Yebai: "Yebai, take Meng Xi'er out! Don't let her make a spectacle here!"
Meng Xi'er bit her lip tightly, her eyes full of tears. In Lu Qingchuan's gaze, there was no warmth.
