La Zhuangzhuang was so intimidated by Li Yeqi's gaze that she dared not look him in the eye. A drum beat of uncertainty thumped in her heart, unsure if he had found out she had done it on purpose. She lowered her gaze, and said quietly and calmly, "Even if it affects my future, I accept it. After all, this is my past. But thinking of Xiyuan..."
Her voice paused, filled with sorrow, "Thinking of him, thinking of that child, my heart still hurts. Yeqi, I'll never be able to get over this in my life, will I?"
Li Yeqi lit a cigarette; his dark eyes like an overturned inkwell, black and deep. "Time is the best healer. It's not that we can't forget or move on, it's just that not enough time has passed."
His implication was clear: leave everything to time, and there will come a day when you can move on.
La Zhuangzhuang's face turned pale. She stared at him unwaveringly, her voice suddenly carrying a sharp, aggressive coldness, "Yeqi, will you forget Xiyuan?"
