Bai Yixuan watched as a faint smile formed on Ling Chuxia's lips, and his heart seemed to sweeten with it.
But as Ling Chuxia smiled, her smile gradually became ethereal. Her voice was so low, so calm, yet so heart-wrenching, "Afterward... we had a mistaken marriage, a mistaken child... mistaken emotions..."
"No, perhaps it should be, it was my love alone, but it was wrong."
Ling Chuxia bit her lower lip fiercely, refusing to let herself cry out loud, but tears slid down her face, filling her mouth with bitterness when they seeped in.
"However, everything is over now, all over."
Ling Chuxia sniffed hard, wiped her tears fiercely, raised her head high, and tried to curl her lips, taking a deep breath, "Ah, it feels much better to talk about it, Brother Xuan, don't worry, I'm okay now."
To reassure Bai Yixuan, Ling Chuxia even managed to squeeze out a smile for him.
