Lu Xiaojiu finished a piece of cake and put down the knife and fork.
Lu Bai looked at her, silent, his heart seemed to be gripped by something, almost greedily staring at her face.
Lu Xiaojiu said, "Another year has passed, really fast."
Lu Bai didn't respond, Lu Xiaojiu said, "I went home last month to sweep the graves, and I visited Aunt Ling for you."
"Did you specifically tell her that the ten-year agreement is up, and to reunite us mother and son underground?" Lu Bai's voice was particularly cold.
"Yes," Lu Xiaojiu said.
Lu Bai looked at her, treating each meeting as if it were the last, trying to engrave her face deeply in his mind, "You are considerate, you have many opportunities if you want to kill me."
"Even if I don't kill you, you won't live long," Lu Xiaojiu said. She didn't even know why she was saying such cold and harsh words, but thinking of the past, she couldn't help wanting to stab the knife into Lu Bai's chest.
Lu Bai sneered.
