As she looked at Lu Tingxiao's expression, Ning Xi laughed softly. She could not help but reach out to touch his cheeks. "Hey, it's just a movie. You don't have to look like you're sadder than I am! It's really fine. I'm not that weak that I can't accept this little failure!"
As he studied the girl, who was obviously hiding her hurt and sadness, comfort him, Lu Tingxiao felt as if a knife was twisted in his heart. He squeezed the girl tightly in his arms, wanting to console her, yet he did not dare touch that past.
Ning Xi saw Lu Tingxiao's expression and knew that she could not hide it from him. She sighed, "Okay, I was actually... a little affected by what happened back then... After all, that child... had been in me for almost eight months..."
