Every time she spoke, Lu Bai's heart ached a little.
In their most innocent and beautiful years, they relied on each other, trusted each other, thinking it would last forever.
Little did they know, fate is cruel, and forever also has an end.
Lu Bai's mind was in turmoil. As Lu Xiaojiu walked out of the bedroom, he opened his eyes to look at the dark scenery outside the window, his heart aching to the point of suffocation. Lu Xiaojiu brought a drink and said in a deep voice, "Drink it."
The pitch-black liquid didn't look like anything good.
"What is this?"
"Your life is mine. Does it matter what I ask you to drink?" Lu Xiaojiu asked.
Lu Bai smiled, "Yeah, it doesn't matter."
Her breath, her scent lingered under his nose, creating an atmosphere that he was addicted to. Even if she handed him a cup of poison, he would drink it without hesitation.
