However, she knew very clearly that time could not be turned back, and everything she once had was already lost.
She understood that this was a foolish expectation, yet she kept longing for a chance at fulfillment.
The weather changed quickly, and soon, it began to rain.
Raindrops lightly tapped the window, creating a beautiful curtain of rain. Lu Bai chuckled softly, "It's raining, isn't it?"
Rainy days were when Lu Xiaojiu felt at her worst. She always remembered that rainy day that year, everything she had gone through, everything she had lost; she hated rainy days.
This meal was eaten in a heavy silence, yet Lu Bai seemed unbothered by it. If it were a negotiation, no matter how dull the person or the opponent, he always had a way to lighten the mood, but with Xiaojiu, he couldn't.
Those conversational skills, the deliberate creation of atmosphere, he couldn't do them.
Because she was Xiaojiu.
