He held his chin high, an expression of pride, but Xia Muning felt, his expression at this moment was instead an indescribable sorrow.
Like having already reached a dead end but still compelled to continue onwards, helplessly, powerlessly.
Such a proud person, yet he would feel sorrow for love...
Xia Muning held her breath; she felt a suffocating sensation emanating from Lu Yebai, exerting an unbearable pressure on her.
Below the building, the two people had separated. Meng Xi'er turned her back to Lu Qingchuan and retraced her steps while Lu Yebai, breaking his gaze, with his back to Xia Muning, began descending the stairs.
Xia Muning exhaled gently. She rubbed her chest where there was still a lingering sense of oppression left by Lu Yebai. Her heart was pounding.
He really was…
An inscrutable man.
Like a cat, you never know which word might make him bristle with anger.
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"Qingchuan," Meng Xi'er whispered, "I am leaving."
"Mm."
"Goodbye."
