Her face was void of tears, but her eyes were still swollen and red. She looked lifeless, devoid of any vitality.
Gu Huai'an watched her and remained silent for a while, his face bearing a somber expression. He lifted his hand to turn on the light and slowly walked into the room, stopping in front of her.
His gaze was inscrutable as he looked intently at Meng Xi'er for a moment before squatting down and reaching out to gently grip her chin, a smirk seasoned with traces of contempt and ridicule spread across his face.
"When he was alive, you did all you could to escape him; now that he's dead, you seem as if you wish to die. What's this all supposed to be?"
Meng Xi'er's eyes twitched as she lifted her gaze to briefly look at Gu Huai'an before letting it fall weakly.
After a long silence, she whispered,
"I never... really hoped he would die."
"How could I possibly wish for his death..."
Her eyelashes quivered slightly and she bit her lip, the sob catching in her voice.
