Lu Qingchuan kept his head down, staring at her. After a long silence, he softly asked, "Xixi, are you doing well?"
Meng Xi'er moved her lips slightly, only after a while softly replying, "Yes."
"Liar."
He kept his head down, his voice low and brooding, as if suppressing something.
Meng Xi'er moved her lips again, a helpless smile appearing on her face.
The individual she was most afraid of seeing in her current state was Lu Qingchuan.
She wished to be seen as thriving, enough to prevent him from worrying, enough to proudly tell him, "Qingchuan, I'm fine now."
But fate was such a jest, she ran into him in her worst moment.
She didn't even have a chance to avoid him.
"I have been doing really well these past four years," Meng Xi'er forced an explanation, "Don't judge me by my current state, actually..."
"It's all my fault."
His words left Meng Xi'er momentarily frozen.