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Zhui Luo – Chapter 55

His fingertips paused, and a drop of water fell straight down, hitting the clean marble tiles and spreading into a faint stain. It was as if trying to cover those obscure, unspeakable thoughts, yet it stirred up turbulent waves instead.

But Zhou Wan kept her head down, seeing nothing.

Lu Xixiao’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he said softly, “It was too sudden, I didn’t think of anything else.”

Just because it was too sudden.

Zhou Wan found breathable air again in this answer, letting out a light sigh, finally daring to raise her eyes to look at him.

Lu Xixiao tugged at the corner of his mouth, showing a self-mocking smile: “After all, I truly loved you then.”

Her heart, which had just gained freedom, tightened again at these words.

“I’m sorry.”

Lu Xixiao never lacked her useless apologies. He said nothing more, passing by her shoulder and walking out of the kitchen.

At midnight, when New Year’s Eve transitioned into the New Year, the streets were especially lively. Firecrackers filled the air, and fireworks lit up the sky as bright as day, but this was Lu Xixiao’s best sleep in years.

The next day, when Zhou Wan opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Lu Xixiao’s magnified face.

She jumped in fright, almost letting out a light cry.

The man was rarely sleeping on his side. Even in sleep, his facial features remained sharp – downcast eyelashes, high bridge of the nose, thin lips, surrounded by a piercing coldness.

When he wasn’t smiling, that bursting rebellious air almost disappeared, leaving only coldness.

Zhou Wan’s gaze moved downward to the position of his left chest.

She wanted to see how deep the scar on Lu Xixiao’s chest was.

She carefully glanced at Lu Xixiao – he should still be asleep. Zhou Wan, containing her curiosity, slowly reached out, wanting to pull aside his pajama collar.

But the moment her fingertips touched his skin, Lu Xixiao suddenly opened his eyes, violently grabbed her hand, and pressed it to the side.

Zhou Wan felt the world spin. Her wrist was pinned against the pillow as Lu Xixiao propped up his upper body, his eyes dark and full of murderous intent as he looked at her.

After a while, the murderous intent around him receded, and his eyes returned to their usual state.

“What are you doing?” he said hoarsely.

He had been asleep just now, but the instant Zhou Wan touched him, he suddenly awoke.

Lu Xixiao never had a sense of belonging, and thus no sense of security. He remained vigilant even in sleep – no wonder he had difficulty sleeping.

Zhou Wan looked into his eyes: “I just wanted to see your scar.”

“There’s nothing to see.”

He said dismissively, then fell back down, one arm still lying across Zhou Wan over the blanket.

The man’s pajama sleeve was rolled up, revealing a section of the muscular yet smooth forearm. He carried a faint tobacco scent, his features were deep-set, and every part of him exuded an intense aura uniquely his own.

She stiffened, her whole body unconsciously tensing, even her calves cramping slightly, her entire body heating up.

She struggled slightly, the blanket covering half her mouth, her voice muffled: “Lu Xixiao, I want to get up.”

“Get up for what?” He didn’t even open his eyes.

“…”

“It’s New Year’s Day, do you have something to do?”

“…No.”

“Then stay put.”

“…”

Being held like this by him, how could Zhou Wan possibly sleep?

She just lay there, looking up at the ceiling and chandelier, trying to distract herself by silently counting the patterns on the crystal pieces of the chandelier.

By the third count, Lu Xixiao finally opened his eyes, one hand touching her cheek to make her turn her face.

Zhou Wan looked at his dark eyes, blinking in confusion.

“Not sleeping but spacing out?”

“I can’t sleep…” Zhou Wan said, “I’ve been sleeping a lot these past few days since I don’t have work.”

He responded indifferently: “Oh.”

Then, he suddenly leaned forward and kissed Zhou Wan’s lips.

Without any warning.

Zhou Wan’s eyes widened.

Since their reunion, they had kissed twice.

Once was on her first day here, that bloody, confrontational kiss. And once was now, an inexplicable but tender, lingering kiss.

Lu Xixiao had always been like this, doing whatever he wanted without really questioning himself why.

His fingers threaded through Zhou Wan’s hair, pressing against the back of her head as he propped up his upper body, almost half-pressing on top of her with an oppressive presence. His body temperature and scent tightly envelop Zhou Wan, who could only tilt her head back and passively accept this kiss.

Her head felt a bit heavy, and dizzy, whether from lack of oxygen or simply because of this kiss.

Suddenly, she felt a coolness at her waist.

Lu Xixiao lifted her hem, his fingertips carrying a scalding temperature as they moved upward.

Zhou Wan froze for a full three seconds until his broad palm covered her. She finally snapped back to her senses, reaching out to push Lu Xixiao away. She tried to curl inward, her back hunching, yet this only made that undulating curve appear more alluring.

“Lu Xixiao…” she ineffectively flailed her legs, “don’t…”

He bit his teeth, his Adam’s apple bobbing, his eyes revealing deep desire, but ultimately he supported himself and sat up straight.

He didn’t say a word, getting out of bed and walking into the bathroom.

Zhou Wan hurriedly pulled down her clothes, paused, then changed out of her pajamas and put on her bra and sweater.

Every place he had touched was still burning, her face especially was too hot to even touch.

The sound of water in the bathroom continued for a long time. Although Zhou Wan hadn’t dated again in these years, she wasn’t entirely ignorant of these matters, having watched many of her friends’ dates.

She forced herself not to listen to the water sound, not to let her mind wander.

When Lu Xixiao came out, she was sitting by the window. The curtains were drawn back, bright light streaming in, and she sat very straight, immediately turning her head when she heard him come out.

Zhou Wan’s face was still red as she pressed her lips together: “Are you hungry? I’ll go make food.”

There’s a phrase called “having tasted the forbidden fruit.”

Early morning was already an easily impulsive time, and Lu Xixiao couldn’t control himself. Before it would have been fine, but now having touched her, felt her, knowing how smooth and tender she was, even just looking became a kind of torture.

This feeling wasn’t pleasant.

Lu Xixiao didn’t want it to become like this.

This wasn’t his purpose in bringing Zhou Wan back here.

He looked away, saying coldly: “Not eating, I’m going to the company.”

Zhou Wan was stunned: “You have to go to the company even on New Year’s Day?”

“Got something to do.”

Lu Xixiao opened the door and walked out of the bedroom, taking a suit from the coat rack. As he reached the doorway, he suddenly stopped and turned his head to ask: “Do you still have money?”

Zhou Wan didn’t react immediately: “Hm?”

He took a card from his wallet and placed it on the table: “Don’t cook, order food for yourself.”

“I have money,” Zhou Wan hurriedly said, “No need, I have enough to spend.”

“Then keep it there.” Lu Xixiao still didn’t take the card back.

On New Year’s Day, Lu Xixiao truly didn’t have any urgent matters to handle, but managing such a large company meant he was never without work to do, so he stayed alone at the company doing overtime.

Midway through, he received a phone call, the contact showing “Huang Hui.”

Lu Xixiao thought for a moment before remembering who this was. Part of his company’s product promotion activities was handled by Huang Hui’s new media department, so they had some work interactions.

Recently, he’d heard that Huang had run into some trouble and been dismissed from his position.

But Lu Xixiao had never been interested in such hearsay gossip and hadn’t looked into it, only knowing it was about some relationship matter.

He pressed his brow, feeling irritated by these personal affairs, and answered the phone: “Director Huang.”

As he expected, Huang Hui was indeed calling about his previous trouble.

Although Lu Xixiao wasn’t close with him, a previous activity contracted to Huang Hui’s company had been completed very well, counting as something that had given Huang Hui a face in front of his father-in-law.

It would be awkward for anyone else to intercede about these matters.

Only someone with Lu Xixiao’s neither close nor distant relationship was most suitable.

Moreover, Lu Xixiao’s own company was now flourishing, and with his grandfather’s backing, his father-in-law would at least be willing to listen to what he had to say. Huang Hui said that if he was willing to help with this favor, he would take responsibility for all future activities free of charge.

Unfortunately, Lu Xixiao had zero interest in this small profit.

This Huang Hui had such a narrow view – daring to offend his father-in-law over matters below the belt, and now trying to ask for help with such an insignificant bargaining chip.

Lu Xixiao politely declined and hung up the phone before he could say anything more.

Although Lu Xixiao told her not to cook, since living alone she had grown accustomed to making her food – it was both healthy and economical.

Yesterday, with his permission, Zhou Wan went to the market in the afternoon and bought many ingredients, filling the refrigerator to the brim.

Zhou Wan wasn’t sure if he would come back for dinner, and wanted to contact him but realized she didn’t even have his contact information.

Since her phone was stolen before, she had changed her WeChat account, losing touch with almost all her former friends.

Zhou Wan held her phone while leaning against the kitchen counter, paused for a moment, then clicked “Add Friends” and entered Lu Xixiao’s phone number.

Although six years had passed, that string of numbers was impossible to forget.

—”Search.”

The page jumped.

Zhou Wan’s eyelashes trembled slightly.

Just like before – black profile picture, WeChat name simply “Lu Xixiao.”

But she didn’t know if he still used this number.

Zhou Wan sent a friend request but received no response.

She didn’t dare make a phone call, feeling it would be too awkward, so she just waited to see if her friend verification would be approved.

About fifteen minutes later, a red dot appeared in the WeChat contacts section, showing the verification had been approved.

Lu Xixiao was still using this number.

Immediately after, he sent: [?]

A question mark.

Zhou Wan paused, inexplicably nervous, like when she first added him as a friend.

She replied: [This is Zhou Wan.]

[Lu Xixiao: I know.]

[Lu Xixiao: What is it?]

[Zhou Wan: Are you coming back for dinner?]

[Lu Xixiao: I’ll be back late, don’t wait for me.]

They chatted rather tepidly, neither being particularly warm, but the content was the most domestic kind, adding a touch of everyday life.

The next few days were the same.

Lu Xixiao rarely stayed at home, often going to the company, and as the holiday neared its end, he received more and more work calls.

Zhou Wan found it hard to imagine how that carefree, playful youth had transformed into his current self during these six years.

When Lu Xixiao wasn’t around, she cooked for herself.

If her solo meals looked presentable, she would take photos and send them to Lu Xixiao, who would sometimes reply and sometimes not.

*

On the eighth day of the lunar new year, the holiday ended.

Throughout the Spring Festival, Zhou Wan hadn’t received any responses to the resumes she’d sent before the new year. Fortunately, companies started to hire again after the holiday. She looked at information from several companies on recruitment websites, planning to try offline recruitment where she’d be more likely to be noticed.

Early on the eighth, Lu Xixiao received an internal call saying Huang Hui had come to see him.

Lu Xixiao couldn’t be bothered to meet him and had someone reply that he wasn’t in.

But Huang Hui must have truly been desperate, saying he would wait downstairs for his return.

Lu Xixiao gave a light snort, letting him wait if he wanted to, and paid no attention.

There was a meeting in the afternoon, and when Lu Xixiao arrived, the conference room was already full of people chatting, not noticing him.

“Why did I see Director Huang downstairs when I came up?”

“He’s not Director Huang anymore. He only got there through his wife anyway, and now I hear they’re preparing for divorce.”

“Ah? Why?”

“What else could it be but those matters? I heard Huang Hui got involved with a young, beautiful department head at their company. His wife found out and drove both of them out of the company, even issued an ultimatum – looks like she’s planning to blacklist them both in the industry.”

“Department head? Which one? Did we ever work with them?”

“No, heard she was young, just graduated from university last year. At that age, becoming a department head – you can imagine what methods she used.”

“That’s not right. I heard from a friend who quit there that it wasn’t like that at all. Said Huang Hui had always been inappropriate, and that the new department head never gave in to him, even secretly collecting evidence of all his sexual harassment and sending it to headquarters. But given Huang Hui’s special status, doing this was like slapping his wife’s face, so his wife simply dragged that young woman down too.”

“Really? That’s too tragic!”

“It’s true. That young woman’s surname was Zhou, I think, graduated from B University, very capable.”

Lu Xixiao’s footsteps halted.

Surname Zhou.

He inexplicably thought of that rainy night when he saw Zhou Wan at the bus stop.

At the time, he had wondered – with Zhou Wan’s personality, even if she wasn’t particularly smooth at work and might get fewer advantages, she was diligent, responsible, capable, and young. She shouldn’t have been fired.

But he never looked into it.

After all, he was still holding onto his grudge.

Later, seeing Zhou Wan’s normal demeanor, he hadn’t thought more deeply about it.

He took out his phone and sent her a message.

[Lu Xixiao: What was the name of your previous company?]

The twenty-minute brief meeting ended, and Zhou Wan replied.

[Zhou Wan: Shengxing Media.]

Lu Xixiao stared at this message for a long time, his mind full of the conversation he had just overheard.

He thought of Zhou Wan that night, curled up in the cold wind like a wet kitten; the thought of her choked, grieving words “Why do you have to bully me too?”

Lu Xixiao’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his eyes growing darker and darker.

He turned his head and instructed his secretary: “Call Huang Hui up.”

*

That day, no one knew what Lu Xixiao discussed with Huang Hui, only that when Huang Hui left, he was smiling as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

People in the company speculated that perhaps Huang Hui might turn the crisis into an opportunity and return to his position as “Director Huang.”

But that evening, very suddenly, a bombshell piece of news dropped.

An online leak from an unknown source revealed years of evidence of Huang Hui’s verbal sexual harassment toward female employees, including partial recordings and surveillance videos. The evidence was conclusive, involving more than a dozen women.

However, before one wave settled, another rose.

Shengxing Media’s tax issues were investigated, revealing multiple major discrepancies.

Everything happened overnight.

The impact wasn’t limited to just the subsidiary company where Zhou Wan had worked but affected the entire Shengxing Group.

The methods were ruthless and vicious, clearly not intending to give anyone any chance of recovery. In one night, it brought a former industry giant to its knees, dealing it a devastating blow from which it would be hard to recover.

Such a setup must have been orchestrated by someone.

But no one knew who had such capability, or who would want to destroy Shengxing so completely. Everything happened too fast for anyone to react.

When this news broke, Zhou Wan had just finished showering and blow-drying her hair. Coming out of the bathroom, she picked up her phone to see Sister Li had sent her a message.

She had forwarded her a news article.

Zhou Wan clicked it and froze.

—Shengxing Group’s Son-in-law Huang Hui Embroiled in Sexual Harassment Scandal, Group Under Tax Investigation!

Sister Li said it was karma.

But Zhou Wan knew it wasn’t that simple.

Huang Hui being caught in the scandal wasn’t surprising, but for the entire vast and complex Shengxing Group to have problems wasn’t so simple.

Zhou Wan suddenly remembered Lu Xixiao’s question from earlier that day – “What was the name of your previous company?”

Her fingertips paused, not daring to believe her suspicions, yet unable to find any other explanation.

Just then, she heard the door open outside – Lu Xixiao was back.

Zhou Wan walked out: “You’re back, have you eaten dinner?”

“I ate,” he maintained his usual calm demeanor.

Zhou Wan didn’t know how to ask, feeling it might be too presumptuous, but she couldn’t easily let this matter go without clarity.

He took off his suit jacket and tossed it aside. Zhou Wan went to pick it up, planning to send it to the dry cleaners tomorrow.

Noticing the shadow following behind him, Lu Xixiao turned his head, raising an eyebrow: “What is it?”

Zhou Wan pressed her lips together: “The Shengxing Group situation… do you know what happened?”

Lu Xixiao tugged at the corner of his mouth, giving a light snort: “Just what’s in the news.”

The man’s disdain and contempt at that moment seemed to return him to his arrogant, unrestrained younger self.

Zhou Wan understood then that he had indeed done this.

But…

“Lu Xixiao.” Zhou Wan called softly, “You didn’t need to do this for me.”

He wasn’t a simple figure anymore – reaching his current position had been no easy feat. The taller the tree, the more wind it catches; who knew how many people were watching him? He shouldn’t have recklessly made enemies for her sake.

Lu Xixiao looked at her, his voice suddenly turning cold: “Zhou Wan, I hated you for what happened back then, but you’re still mine now. No one except me can bully you.”

Though he had gone to such lengths for her, his words remained harsh, turning what could have been words of love into threats, his voice cold.

“You didn’t tell me when you were bullied in school, and now you don’t tell me when you’re bullied again.”

Lu Xixiao looked down at her, his eyes obscure like the dark ocean depths, constantly sinking, almost drowning someone. “Zhou Wan, are you just so easy to bully?”

Zhou Wan kept her head down, saying softly: “He just sent me some messages, said some things, and didn’t do anything to me.”

Lu Xixiao couldn’t stand hearing such words, almost able to imagine what Huang Hui had said to Zhou Wan.

Using those frivolous, filthy words to insult Zhou Wan.

Before, he wouldn’t even allow his friends to say anything inappropriate in front of her. He had protected Zhou Wan like that before, but now?

She had left so freely back then, but if that was the case, she should have lived beautifully, yet she still couldn’t extract herself from the mire.

His brows furrowed tightly, feeling extremely irritated.

“So he needs to rape you for it to count as bullying?” Lu Xixiao sneered sarcastically, showing no mercy in his fury, “Zhou Wan, are you stupid or cheap? When you’re falsely accused and bullied, you fucking fight back. Looking so submissive like this, who wouldn’t want to take advantage of you?”

No matter how harsh his words were, Zhou Wan kept her head down throughout, accepting his scolding, and letting Lu Xixiao vent his anger.

But precisely this attitude of hers didn’t calm Lu Xixiao at all, instead making him even more furious.

Lu Xixiao coldly looked at her, and after a long while, moved his gaze away with weariness and disappointment.

“Forget it.” He turned and walked into the bedroom.

Zhou Wan stood in place with her head down for a long time before finally sniffling and raising her head, following him into the bedroom.

She hadn’t let people bully her; she had never been the type to let people bully her, otherwise, she wouldn’t have sought revenge against Guo Xiangling, nor would she have stabbed Luo He on that rainy day.

She had tried to fight back, had collected all the evidence, wanting to make Huang Hui pay for his actions, but in the end, there was nothing she could do. She had lifted a stone only to drop it on her own feet.

Zhou Wan understood why Lu Xixiao was angry.

She had suffered such great grievances, been falsely accused, misunderstood, and mocked by so many people, yet in all these days she hadn’t said a single word to him about it.

Back in school, he had gotten angry when she tried to hide her sprained ankle from him.

But Zhou Wan had been forced to be independent since she was little. She had long grown used to solving everything by herself, not wanting to trouble others, feeling she could never repay such kindness.

Simply put, she just couldn’t accept others’ kindness without reason.

Lu Xixiao came out after showering, silently sitting at the edge of the bed.

“Lu Xixiao.” Zhou Wan didn’t want him to be angry.

He hadn’t completely ignored her, turning his head to look at her.

Zhou Wan sat on the other side of the bed, her profile facing him. She lowered her head, fingers fidgeting together: “Huang Hui started harassing me at the end of December. I archived every message he sent me, and every call he made, and I tried very hard to protect myself. I just didn’t expect that when I sent this evidence to headquarters, it would be twisted into me having an improper relationship with him.”

“When he first started harassing you, did you tell anyone? Not mentioning me, did you tell any of your other friends?” Lu Xixiao asked.

Zhou Wan silently shook her head.

“Zhou Wan, you’re always like this, keeping everything to yourself. Back then you approached me without my permission, and left without my consent.” Lu Xixiao said flatly, “You’re always alone. If you can solve it, fine, but even when you can’t, you never want to accept help from others.”

“I just felt…”

Zhou Wan said softly, her tone hiding a helpless sigh, “It was just verbal harassment, I didn’t want to trouble others.”

“Just.” Lu Xixiao gave a cold laugh, “What would be serious in your eyes?”

“I thought I could handle it myself.”

Zhou Wan sniffled, her brows furrowing involuntarily as if falling into some unpleasant memories. She lowered her eyelashes, “It wasn’t the first time I’d encountered this anyway.”

Lu Xixiao suddenly froze.

A nerve in his brain felt like it had been forcefully stabbed with a needle, spreading pain, and his heart tightening.

“Who else?” he asked hoarsely.

“It was a long time ago, not here.” Zhou Wan shook her head, “It was shortly after I left Pingchuan.”

“What did he do to you?”

Lu Xixiao felt he must have masochistic tendencies – each question he asked made his heart clench tighter.

When Zhou Wan had just left Pingchuan City, she bought a bus ticket and arrived at a nearby small county. The infrastructure was much worse than Pingchuan’s, but at least the cost of living was low.

But she couldn’t bear to spend several hundred yuan every month on rent.

So she found a job as a tutor, with room and board included, teaching a girl who had just started junior high school.

The little girl was obedient, just a bit slow in understanding, taking longer to grasp concepts, but it wasn’t a difficult job for Zhou Wan.

The little girl also liked her very much. Zhou Wan taught patiently and seriously, and after a month’s exam, there was an obvious improvement. The lady of the house was extremely happy and even gave Zhou Wan an extra month’s pay as a reward.

Zhou Wan took this money along with what was left on her card and sent it all to Lu Xixiao.

This was her first contact with Lu Xixiao after leaving Pingchuan City.

Zhou Wan had originally planned to work as a tutor for three more months, and then use that money to continue her schooling.

But things never develop so smoothly.

Zhou Wan seemed destined to encounter all sorts of bad luck in this life.

The young woman wore the simplest clothes every day. It was summer then – short sleeves and jeans, plain and clean, but precisely because of this, she appeared even more pure and clean.

She had an air of fragility about her, yet also an unyielding resilience. She didn’t know how attractive this contradiction was.

One time when the lady of the house was working overtime, Zhou Wan finished teaching the little girl and returned to the bedroom assigned to her to sleep.

It wasn’t big, just six square meters, originally used as a storage room.

She had just finished showering when the man suddenly knocked and came in.

Zhou Wan’s hair was still wet, she was wearing a nightgown with no bra underneath, her fair, slender legs exposed below.

Feeling uncomfortable, she immediately put on a shirt over it, pulling it to her chest to cover herself, and asked: “Uncle, did you need something?”

The man smiled, sitting down on her bed: “Wan Wan, sit down first.”

Zhou Wan sat down at the corner of the bed, her whole body tense.

“Little Cheng’s grades have improved a lot recently, I came to thank you.” The man wore a gentle smile, “Your grades must have been very good before too, why did you stop going to school?”

“Once I save up some more money, I’ll go back to school,” Zhou Wan said. “Then I might not be able to teach Little Cheng full-time, but if you don’t mind, I’ll come after school. I’ll teach her well.”

“Education isn’t something that should be delayed, you must be almost in your final year of high school, right?”

The man suddenly put his hand on Zhou Wan’s leg. Zhou Wan jumped in fright, quickly standing up and backing away several steps.

“Uncle also can’t bear to see a young girl like you struggling to make a living like this.” The man still maintained that calm and composed manner, “How about this, come sit here, and uncle will pay for your tuition from now on, sponsor your education, so you won’t have to work so hard.”

That was Zhou Wan’s first direct encounter with someone’s overwhelming malice.

She fought desperately to protect herself, biting the man and hitting him with a heavy textbook, the sharp paper edges leaving a cut across his face.

When the lady of the house returned, the man said he had merely said a few words to her when she suddenly became angry and started throwing things at him, saying she was volatile and had a twisted personality, how could someone like that teach Little Cheng?

The little girl had grown increasingly attached to her over these days and couldn’t believe what her father was saying, holding Zhou Wan’s hand and asking what had happened.

But she was only 17 then.

At 17, Zhou Wan couldn’t speak about what she had just endured under the bright fluorescent lights.

Feeling grieved, humiliated, outraged, and unbearable.

The lady of the house said to let her stay one more night, and she could leave in the morning after getting paid.

Zhou Wan stayed alone in the tiny bedroom, the small window seeming to turn the room into a cage, cold moonlight pouring in but never quite reaching her.

She was falling into an abyss, walking toward hell.

Suddenly, her phone rang – it was Lu Xixiao calling.

It was then that Zhou Wan shed her first tear of the night.

She didn’t dare answer.

She feared that once she heard Lu Xixiao’s voice, she wouldn’t be able to hold on anymore.

She hung up again and again.

Lu Xixiao called again and again.

Finally, Zhou Wan wiped away her tears forcefully, held back her sobs and answered the phone.

After a long silence, her young man spoke—

“Zhou Wan, just say you love me once, and I’ll forgive everything.” His voice was hoarse, thick with nasal congestion as if he had a cold, carrying an indescribable pain.

In the pain that his voice brought, Zhou Wan recalled that pool of blood and the blood-covered youth.

She wasn’t worthy of Lu Xixiao.

She wasn’t before, and even less so now.

When she closed her eyes, she could still hear the screams from just moments ago in this room.

“Lu Xixiao.”

Zhou Wan said softly, “I don’t love you, I’ve been lying to you all along.”

Let her bear everything that comes after by herself.

Just as she had told Lu Xixiao before, he should go see the vast world, walk the bright path, enjoy each day, and live peacefully year after year.

And as she had promised before, she would leave his world from then on.

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