Feng Qingyue glanced over timidly. Lu Xiu's pale, cold features were softened, and when he spoke, his breath was light and slow. His voice was like the deep chime of jade striking water, yet for some reason, it sent a chill straight to the bone.
The crowd departed with laughter, and the rims of Feng Qingyue's eyes instantly reddened. She slowly clenched her fists...
"Qing Yue."
Someone had turned back.
Feng Qingyue looked up to see Liang Wan standing just a few steps away.
With her eyes misty and welling with tears, Feng Qingyue tilted her chin up. "You ruined my marriage, and now you've come to laugh at me, is that it?"
Liang Wan turned her head to look at a nearby rooftop. A few pigeons were pacing elegantly back and forth. In much the same way, memories of the past paced through her mind.
Liang Wan drew her gaze back to Feng Qingyue. "I've always wanted to ask you—why?"
She didn't have many close friends, but Qing Yue had been the very best of them.
