Liu Mingxing looked blankly at the ceiling and murmured softly, "...so it wasn't a dream..."
Her voice lowered, as if even her breathing had stopped.
That person is really gone...
Her heart ached, a pain so severe as if only tearing it out could stop the hurting. She closed her eyes, and in front of her appeared Lun You's slowly closing eyes and his falling body.
So that last meeting had really been the last.
"Xixi, do you know?" Liu Mingxing spoke softly, "Lun You said he liked me."
Meng Xi'er bit her lip slightly: "We all knew."
"You all knew?" Liu Mingxing laughed quietly with a tinge of desolation, "I'm such an idiot."
Meng Xi'er turned around and looked at her, her pale face with that sorrowful smile was piercing to Meng Xi'er's eyes.
She'd rather have her cry than smile in such a sorrowful and unsightly way.
