Meng Xi'er was choked by her question.
What was she to Lu Qingchuan?
They once nearly married; they once nearly spent a lifetime together.
Yes, just that close.
That close.
"I have no relationship with him,"
Meng Xi'er said, looking at her.
A hint of doubt surfaced in Xia Muning's eyes. She wanted to say something else, but Lu Qingchuan's call from a distance interrupted her.
"Muning, it's time for dinner, where are you?"
Xia Muning's face changed. She clapped her hands once and called out sweetly: "Michel, I'm here!"
Lu Qingchuan's tall figure emerged among the flowers. The setting sun cast a warm glow on him, accentuating his handsome features, a sight to make hearts flutter.
Meng Xi'er watched them from a distance. She saw Xia Muning happily run over like a bird, take Lu Qingchuan's arm, and they walked off together.
Once, they too had been that close.
Once, he too had walked with her in his arms.
