The next day, he got up at five as usual to go punch the sandbag. After an hour, when he was about to leave, Lu Xiaojiu, with a backpack on and a dark face, was waiting for him. Lu Bai stood there looking at her; she hadn't brought her bike.
"Why aren't you picking me up anymore?" Lu Xiaojiu asked.
Since he came out, he's been neither warm nor cold towards her. She knew that Xiao Bai had a right to be angry. The school rumors were so nasty, and Xiao Bai was very upset, but she just couldn't bear Lu Bai ignoring her.
"Sorry." Lu Bai wasn't deliberately doing it. He was more tormented than anyone inside, yet he couldn't be as intimate as before.
Those rumors were brutally cruel.
He admitted that deep down, in front of Xiaojiu, he felt a bit inferior.
She was born noble, commanding wind and rain, while he was just a descendant of a declining noble family, bullied by others. This time's imprisonment made him see that fact more clearly, yet he knew he couldn't blame Xiaojiu for it.
