Lu Bai gently patted his shoulder. Although he didn't receive Lu Xiaojiu's love, having someone like Lu Xiaojiu worry about him, being the most important person in her heart, left him with no regrets in this life.
"Tian Yi, do you think he'll blame me?" Lu Xiaojiu asked, "If I had been a bit more sincere... but well, what's the use of saying this now? He's already gone, it's been seven days. If he were alive, he would definitely come back. Even if he could bear leaving me, he couldn't bear seeing Aunt Ling upset."
She was truly deluding herself.
Lu Bai looked at the nearby tulips, their golden color resembling Lu Xiaojiu's radiant face. "Xiaojiu, do you know what Lu Bai liked most about you?"
"What?"
