Once she woke up from the darkness, she didn't know what time it was anymore.
The injury on her wrist had been re-bandaged. Lu Yebai stood not far away, silently watching her. His ink-colored eyes, unfathomably deep, radiated a light she couldn't comprehend.
"Qingchuan, he has always been that kind of person."
He spoke casually, "You're feeling it now, aren't you?"
"..."
"He possesses a certain lonely courage, willing to venture across treacherous waters for the ones he loves." He paused, "Yet towards those he doesn't love, he's unavoidably cruel."
Lu Yebai said it and turned away. He walked to the window and opened it; the evening breeze was beginning to carry a bit of chill with it. He sighed faintly.
"He's very kind, and also very stubborn. This is both his strength and weakness," Lu Yebai continued, "He could once forsake his family for you, which might seem romantic to you. To the ones he abandoned, however, it's incredibly heartless."
