Lu Yebai extended his hand, gently touching her face. "It's okay."
Meng Xi'er was touched by him. A faint blush appeared on her face, as if she was extremely happy, yet also feeling shy.
She turned her head, gently touching the spot on her skin where he had. In a soft voice, she said, "Yebai…"
"What's the matter?"
"You're acting so strange," she confessed, blushing. "You never used to touch me." And he wouldn't let her touch him either.
Lu Yebai was taken aback. He gazed at her, murmuring, "That was because I was foolish before…"
What had he truly destroyed in the past?
His past was not yet clear, but when the current Meng Xi'er appeared clearly in front of him, he always felt the loss of something precious.
—He had destroyed the happiness that was once within his reach.
The Meng Xi'er who loved him so wholly and purely, who blushed at even his slightest touch, was discarded by his own hand.
As he looked at her, reminders of his past mistakes constantly hounded him.
