She raised her head and gazed at him, the proximity causing her to feel momentarily dazed. She lifted her fingers to touch his forehead; the scar had faded over time. She thought with a hint of melancholy that indeed, ten years had passed, and just like any wound, it would vanish from the skin and be forgotten in memory. The man before her was no longer the Xing Tuo from ten years ago.
Xing Tuo looked at Xia Qianxi, her lips slightly pale, her eyelashes gently lifting as she quietly stared at him. Her pupils were deep and distant, seemingly condensed. He raised his hand, wanting to brush away the fog in her eyes, but she suddenly closed her eyes.
A crystal-clear teardrop slid from the corner of her eye, and a resolute expression crossed her face as she forcefully pushed him away and turned to walk forward.
He stared blankly at her suddenly departing back, a familiar feeling sweeping through his mind. An indescribable pain flashed across his heart, and he rushed after her, grabbing her shoulder firmly: “Wait—”
She didn’t look back. His hand tightened on her shoulder, forcibly turning her body around. Caught completely off guard, she fell heavily into his embrace. He tightly gripped her shoulders, lowering his head to meet her gaze, his eyes dark and intense, his low, hoarse voice taut: “Ten years ago, what exactly was our relationship?”
Her body trembled, and she hastily lowered her eyes. He lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him, giving her no chance to retreat: “Tell me! What exactly was our relationship!”
Qianxi took a deep breath, forcing herself to remain calm: “I told you, we were nothing…”
“You’re lying!”
“We were lovers, weren’t we?” Xing Tuo asked, his taut and hoarse voice carrying a hint of domineering tone.
Under the flickering neon lights, Qianxi looked up at him in shock, a barely perceptible panic crossing her face.
Her shock and confusion only reinforced his suspicions. So ten years ago, she had indeed existed in his life.
Her back as she turned away was the same decisive departing figure that had haunted his dreams, and she was the woman who had disappeared in the torrential rain, whose face he could never clearly see.
