But the man on the bed showed no sign of stopping. Lu Ziyuan watched as the girl's once vivid expression turned pale, and the hand that clung to his arm slowly relaxed, staring blankly at him.
Lu Ziyuan also noticed her change, glanced at her sideways, and frowned slightly, "What's wrong, feeling unwell anywhere?"
Typically cold and stern, the man showed a rare glimpse of concern. The girl on the bed blinked, her delicate fingertips clutching the bedding, her lips moved stiffly.
"Actually, I've always wanted to ask you about that Rou Niang, but as the wedding approached, my brother forbade me from seeing you, and you never came to find me..."
Lu Ziyuan's eyes never left her, watching as a hint of red surfaced in her eyes, feeling heartbroken.
He tried once more to return to his own body, stop saying those hurtful words, stop making her sad.
