"Xixi..." Lu Yebai murmured her name tenderly.
"Hmm?" She looked up at him in response.
Lu Yebai was at a loss for words. He was holding her hand tightly, yet he couldn't even bring himself to ask her if it hurt.
He was both heartsick and full of regret, how could he not have guessed what his mother had done to Meng Xi'er when she had burst in, to have driven such a mild-mannered person as her, to even think about retaliating?
How did she bear it, as he held her wrist and his mother slapped her?
Half of Meng Xi'er's face was swollen red. The two overlapping handprints, with raised outlines of fingers, were a shocking sight on her pale face.
Yet her gaze was aloof as if she felt no pain at all.
However, Lu Yebai felt as though the pain was driving him insane.
He held her hand so tightly that Meng Xi'er felt something was wrong. She looked up at him inquiringly and asked, "What's wrong?"
"I'm sorry..." His voice was barely a whisper, "When I came in, I didn't notice..."
