Meng Xi'er wiped away her tears, whispering, "Qingchuan."
"Hmm?"
"I want to be good to you."
Lu Qingchuan paused, then reached out to tousle Meng Xi'er's hair. His voice was barely audible, "Fool …"
Meng Xi'er wiped away the tears caused by her coughing, but she couldn't stop them. If she wanted to be good to him, if she wanted to prevent him from being wronged, she could only ...
Leave him.
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Lu Qingchuan took Meng Xi'er for a stroll around the resort, the exotic architecture teeming with novelty. The unique local delicacies surprised her. Lu Qingchuan seemed familiar with the place, explaining the architecture and myths to her.
They spent the afternoon in a coffee shop infused with Greek flair. At dusk, Lu Qingchuan took her to a nearby church where a wedding was taking place. Among the friends and relatives of the newlyweds, Meng Xi'er watched them exchange rings and even caught the bouquet thrown by the bride.