The world is unpredictable, we can't control our own fate.
These eight words are fully exemplified in Meng Xi'er's life.
Lun You turned his head, stealthily looking at Lu Yebai's face.
The other was seriously staring at his mobile screen. He was reading each message carefully with his brain that usually handles complex documents. He was so serious that it seemed like he was observing some classified document.
However, he was just reading a person's daily text message.
Lun You thought, if he took a picture of his expression right now and showed it to him, would Lu Yebai be shocked?
Was it necessary for him to be so serious about a message that merely included the words "Meng Xi'er"?
After Lu Yebai meticulously read it, he put his phone away. His expression slowly faded as he leaned against the wall, apparently lost in thought.
The shadows of the lights fell on his face. This incredibly handsome face looked somewhat lonely at this moment.
