A sense of melancholy lingered in his heart as he carefully studied Meng Xi'er's face. After a moment, Gu Huai'an pursed his lips, turned around and left.
Meng Xi'er stood there alone, the smile on her face slowly fading under the sunlight.
She looked out across the sea and softly closed her eyes.
The sunshine was warm but she wondered if she would still be able to bask under it the next day.
When she found out Lu Yebai was still alive, she knew her own life wouldn't last much longer.
Perhaps it was destiny that only one of them could survive in this world.
If he didn't die, she would perish.
Cold feelings crept up from the depths of her heart as she sighed quietly.
She had resigned herself to her fate.
Unable to escape his grasp, could there be anything more despairing?
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Night slowly set in.
The door to Meng Xi'er's room creaked open.
