La Zhuangzhuang felt intimidated by Li Yeqi's gaze and didn't dare to meet his eyes directly, a nervous flutter in her heart as she was unsure if he had found out that her actions were intentional. She lowered her gaze and said softly and calmly, "Even if it will affect my future, I accept it, after all, this is my past. But when I think of Xiyuan..."
Her voice paused, the tone melancholic, "Thinking of him, thinking of that child, my heart still aches. Yeqi, I'll never be able to move on in this life, will I?"
Li Yeqi lit a cigarette, his dark eyes as if ink had spilled over them, pitch-black and profound, "Time is the best healer. It's not that we can't forget or move on, it's just that it hasn't been long enough yet."
The implication was that if they left everything to time, there would eventually come a day when they would be able to forget and move on.
