Luo Xiao slowly moved his gaze to her face, seemingly lost in thought, but ultimately his mind was blank. He furrowed his brow, the name lingering in his mind, "Are you Xiao Ran?"
"..."
Meng Yao felt a pang in her nose as she slowly sat down, her heart painfully aching, "Do you know who Xiao Ran is?"
Luo Xiao's brows furrowed even deeper, as if it hurt his wound. He stared intently at Meng Yao's face, his eyes filled with apology, "I'm sorry... I can't remember."
Meng Yao covered her mouth with her hand, tears falling softly.
Seeing her cry, Luo Xiao panicked instantly. He reached out his hand, but couldn't touch her face, "Please don't cry, did I say something wrong?"
Meng Yao shook her head as she cried.
"Then, are you Xiao Ran?"
His eyes were clean and pure, without any malice or hostility. Meng Yao used to never understand him, but at this moment, she could see right into his eyes.
