Si Xianxian stared blankly at Lu Ran, her eyes filled with mist, making his face ever more blurry in her vision.
She had been here for more than ten days now.
She had returned to being despised by the masses, feeling the world's full malice.
No!
The people didn't just reject and hate her?
The people here would directly raise their butcher knives!
She hid everywhere, chased and fleeing in a sorry state.
Once, someone had taken her up Luoxian Mountain, weaving a beautiful dream for her with his own hands, now completely shattered.
She returned to her past.
A past far worse than her previous one.
Once again, she was abandoned, standing in opposition to the entire world.
Loneliness, helplessness.
Living in a constant state of panic.
"Uuh..."
Si Xianxian pouted, sobbing as she threw herself into Lu Ran's arms.
Perhaps someone's smile was too warm.
Or maybe his hand on her head was too gentle.
