He is her eternal regret and resentment.
Lu Xiaojiu turned her face away, her fingertips trembling slightly with a touch of coldness.
"These were your favorite shoes once," Lu Bai said.
Lu Xiaojiu looked at a pair of red high heels, with bright red lacquer and sharp, thin heels. At fourteen, she longed to grow up. In country C, when a girl wore high heels, it meant she was grown up. She longed to grow up and become Lu Bai's bride.
She pulled Lu Bai, pointing to the high heels displayed in the upscale window, saying, these are my favorite shoes.
The exact same design, the exact same color, this kind of red is really captivating.
Lu Bai picked them up and lightly lifted them, "Want to try them on?"
Xiaojiu looked very petite, but she was not short. For years, she had been wearing a pair of white sneakers, and in New York, where high heels were everywhere, she seemed particularly short. Women all liked to wear high heels, but she preferred a comfortable outfit.
