Outside the window, Xia Yuqing saw Lu Jinchen standing alone under the scorching sun. Tears pricked at her eyes, blurring his figure, but she couldn't look away. All she wanted was to rush downstairs, pull him into her arms, and take back every cruel word she had said.
She wanted to tell him that she hadn't meant any of it, that she still loved him. But she couldn't move. Her legs felt like lead, and every time she thought about seeing his expression up close, she froze.
As if reading her mind, Lu Jinchen lifted his head and glanced up at her window. Panic shot through her chest. Even though she knew he couldn't possibly see her, she ducked instinctively behind the curtains. Her heart raced like a drum.
