Lu Yebai smiled faintly, nonchalantly saying, "With everything said and done, what is there to be jealous of? He is yours after all, no one can take him away."
Xia Muning looked up at him. The man standing before her was handsome, aristocratic, and graceful, yet his overall demeanor was tinged with a certain cold aloofness – an aloofness that bordered on cruelty.
"It seems that amongst us, you see things the most clearly," Xia Muning tried to muster a weak, bitter smile, "I have not yet cultivated myself to your level - to remain unmoved, even while knowing that my lover carries another woman in his heart."
Unmoved, was he?
Lu Yebai looked down at the two figures below.
Impossible.
Jealousy gnaws away at his heart like a poisonous snake, day and night.
However, he understood early that jealousy is of no help. He may control a person's body, but not their heart. He could confine Meng Xi'er by his side, yet he couldn't prevent her thoughts from drifting towards Lu Qingchuan.
