Even the things she had suffered at the Lu family...
Mrs. Lu's back was dripping with cold sweat.
She remembered how she used Meng Xi'er's imprisonment to speak ill of her, even looking down on her, and forced the separation between her and Lu Qingchuan.
Mrs. Lu sat there, her face alternating between pale and ashen. After a long while, she trembled and grabbed Lu Yebai's hand, whispering, "Yebai... what should we do? Can Xi'er... can Xi'er forgive us?"
Lu Yebai took a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a drag, "Who knows," he said bitterly.
He didn't know if Meng Xi'er could forgive him.
Even he himself did not have the right to seek her forgiveness.
He dared not ask her, nor dared to talk about it with her, acting like a turtle retracting his head into his shell, pretending she didn't know even though he was aware she did.
He was still afraid, afraid that once silence fell, all the regrets and truths would overwhelm their feelings for each other.
