The air suddenly fell quiet.
Luo Xiu's mood soured.
Lin Xiyue walked up to him and handed him the wedding invitation.
"Are you going?"
Luo Xiu took the invitation and nodded. "Yes."
Lin Xiyue stared at him. "You look so gloomy, someone might as well write the word 'unhappy' on your face."
Luo Xiu remained silent.
Lin Xiyue seemed lost in thought, saying slowly, "It's strange how people are. They can feel loss and sadness over things that never belonged to them, things they never truly possessed, especially when someone else finally gets them."
"It's more than that," Luo Xiu replied.
"What else is it, then?" Lin Xiyue asked.
"If she had truly fallen for someone and wanted to get married, I might feel the loss and sadness you described, but I would also genuinely wish her well," Luo Xiu said, glancing at Lin Xiyue. "But this is different."
