"Hasn't he already done something to you?" Lu Yebai retorted coldly, "Have you forgotten what he's done to you?!"
A pallor spread across Meng Xi'er's face. Yes, that incident, even if they both deliberately forgot it, was still a scar in their hearts.
She closed her eyes, refusing to look at Lu Yebai's facial expression. This topic was hurtful, and heartbreaking.
"What happened isn't important," she whispered, "As long as I can save you, I don't care."
"But I do care!"
"..."
"If you insist on accepting, we don't need to hold the wedding."
The hand that Lu Yebai had placed on her shoulder slowly drew back. His voice gradually turned icy, "No need to postpone, Meng Xi'er. We aren't getting married. There will be no more weddings."
Meng Xi'er opened her eyes to gaze at the man's merciless face.
Then, she slowly stood up from the sofa, walked to the side to put on her clothes, and turned to leave.