At a distance so close, each can see the light in the other's eyes.
Meng Xi'er's eyes, raw and red, looked at him. That expression of sadness and despair was heart-wrenching.
Lu Yebai relaxed his grip on her, his fingers slowly brushing over the corner of her eyes.
The wet sensation of tears still lingered there. His voice was low, almost seductive, "Isn't it good to stay by my side? As long as you behave, I will treat you well."
Meng Xi'er laughed coldly, "Am I not by your side now?"
Lu Yebai looked at her, "I want you to be willingly here.
Willingly and wholeheartedly.
Just like Meng Xi'er used to be.
What's lost is forever out of reach, and no matter what, he wanted to hold onto something.
A cold flash appeared in Meng Xi'er's eyes, "Dream on!"
Three words that made Lu Yebai's heart sink. He looked at her, and after a long while, he finally cracked a soft smile. The smile was a tad cruel, a tad cold, "Meng Xi'er, you can only be my woman. Don't you understand that yet?"
