"I'll take you away, okay?" Lu Xiao placed a chestnut head on the right side of Ji Ruan's neck and sighed softly. "Who do you think you are?" As soon as Ji Ruan finished speaking, he felt the sting on his lips. Lu Xiao bit Ji Ruan's lips hard, his eyelashes trembling and he held her tighter. Ji Ruan endured the pain caused by Lu Xiao, tears slipped across his connected lips, passive like a fragile doll.
Lu Xiao once thought that his youth was filled with that girl named Ji Ruan, who was bright, cute, and innocent. As time passed, he just looked at Ji Ruan like that, watching her slowly become blurry. If the previous Ji Ruan was like a gardenia, then the current Ji Ruan is like a withering mandala, dangerous, charming and fragile that makes people feel distressed.
As time passes, the girl will eventually stand tall and be on the right track of life. The step that Lu Xiao did not take will eventually become a regret.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
