Lu Meng raised her hand, quickly wiped away the tears that had somehow fallen, and choked out, "I hate people who don't value their health the most!"
...
Lu Meng ultimately did not complete Lu Yin's assignment.
She didn't buy a painting at the exhibition and left early.
Back at the manor, she looked listless, but her expression improved a bit when the servant brought Jingxing to her.
The little one seemed tired, lying in her arms, drowsy and about to fall asleep, and Lu Meng tightened her grip, holding him tightly.
Only like this could she feel that he was truly present.
That he was really by her side.
In the evening, when Lu Yin returned and learned that Lu Meng gained nothing at the exhibition, he raised his hand to pinch his brow, "What on earth happened?"
Looking down, teasing Jingxing, Lu Meng's voice was calm, "Sister Qinqin is not feeling well, I found it pointless to stay there, so I came back early."
Lu Yin: "..."
After pausing, he asked, "What's wrong with her?"
