She felt her legs give way, and she collapsed onto the chair, gasping for breath. She felt an aching pain seeping into her bones.
What did Lu Yebai mean just now? She wondered with difficulty.
What did he mean by, "there's nothing to talk about?"
What did he want her to say to him?
She was fearful. She was truly scared that Lu Yebai would find out.
This secret, she planned to digest it alone in the darkness, not allowing anyone else in this world to know.
A servant came to call her for dinner. Though Meng Xi'er was unwilling, she still went downstairs.
The dining room was silent, except for the occasional sound of chopsticks accidentally hitting the bowls and plates.
Meng Xi'er quickly finished her meal and went upstairs to take a shower.
After her shower, she stood on the balcony, drying her hair with a towel. The autumn night wind was slightly chilly, and she put on a jacket, leaning on the railing, looking at the distant twinkling lights.
