She curled up slowly on the couch, a position of seeking protection and helplessness. Lu Yebai heard her cries; his heart ached slightly. He extended a hand as if wanting to hold her, yet hesitated and pulled it back.
There are many things in this world, once done, there's no turning back.
He would not regret what he had done to Meng Xi'er, but sometimes he couldn't help feeling lost about the future.
Would their lives just continue like this?
Tormenting each other, hating each other, for the rest of their lives.
"Young Master Lu," the butler cautiously led an old man in through the door, "Dr. Lin is here."
Dr. Lin was a spirited old man, dressed in a black Tang suit. Underneath his grey hair were bright eyes. He nodded slightly at Lu Yebai, "Young Master Lu."
Lu Yebai nodded at them, "Wait a moment."
He turned to look at Meng Xi'er, who was crying on the couch. After a moment of hesitation, he finally reached out and lifted her from the couch.