Chapter 353 A Childhood That Is Difficult to Heal

When Meng Anran pushed open Lu Yi's door, her face still had the expression of "coming to question someone" that she used in front of outsiders.

The moment the door closed, she suddenly covered her mouth and her shoulders shook violently.

Lu Yi was sitting by the window wiping his wet hair from his forehead. When he saw her come in, he casually threw away the towel and prepared to be scolded, but he was stunned when he saw her face flushed from trying to hold back laughter.

"You..." He frowned, his eyelashes, so white that they were almost transparent, trembling slightly, "Are you crazy?"

"Hahahahahahahaha——" Meng Anran finally couldn't help laughing out loud, leaning over to hold onto the wall. "Did you record the video when you broke in? I'm curious about Chen Xiwen's expression at that time."

Lu Yi stood there in a daze. The water droplets on his hair splashed on the back of his hand, making him feel a little cool. Only then did he come back to his senses.

He imagined countless possibilities - Meng Anran would rush in angrily and ask him why he ran to the back mountain without saying a word, or would sneer at him for causing trouble with his childish means.

The only thing he never thought was that she would laugh so hard in front of him.

As far as he could remember, he had never seen her smile like this, not even when she was a child.

"I thought you were here to call me to task." He said hesitantly, still a little unable to believe that the emotions she was expressing at the moment were real.

Meng Anran wiped away the tears of laughter and walked to the tea table, sitting cross-legged. Her excited laughter faded, but the upward curve at the corner of her lips remained.

She skillfully boiled water to make tea, her clear voice no longer cold as usual: "I was going to bring an army to question him, but when I saw Chen Xiwen's face turn pale from being frightened by the snake, I suddenly changed my mind."

The golden tea slowly poured into the teacups, and she placed one of the cups on the empty seat opposite her.

"You're not angry?" Lu Yi asked tentatively. His furrowed brows showed how confused he was at the moment, and there was even a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"I'm angry because I finally forced myself to let go of the past hatred and pulled you back from the brink of death, but you always run around without caring about your own safety." Meng Anran took a sip of hot tea, a sly look in his eyes: "But this time it's quite satisfying. Since you vented my anger, I won't hold it against you anymore."

Lu Yi's eyes lit up, he picked up the towel and rubbed his wet silver hair, then slowly walked over to sit across from her. The corners of his mouth unconsciously raised: "My good sister has turned bad."

Meng Anran pursed her lips and smiled without saying a word.

No one is perfect. It's nice to be generous and friendly in front of others, but sometimes we also have the evil desire to see others fall into the mud and beg for mercy humbly.

She is not a saint. Although Chen Xiwen is not worth her wasting her emotions to hate him, she can't really be willing to laugh it off when he keeps throwing dirty water on her.

How could she blame Lu Yi for doing something that was inconvenient for her due to her own status?

Moreover, the two little snakes hadn't even grown all their teeth yet, which meant that Lu Yi was still considerate of her situation when he implemented his prank plan and didn't really cause any trouble to her personal safety.

Meng Anran lowered her eyes as she brewed tea. After a long pause, she said indifferently, "I still remember when I was four years old, the gift box you gave me contained three snakes, all of them were black-browed rat snakes."

The difference was that she was four years old at the time, and each of the three snakes was as thick as her arm, which scared her so much that she sat on the ground and cried loudly.

Snakes crawled out of the box, circling around her and gradually wrapping around her arms. Three snakes were enough to wrap her small body like a colorful dress.

She cried and begged Lu Yi to take the snake away, but Lu Yi just leaned on the side with his hands folded and stared at her with interest, as if she was a toy for his entertainment.

Lu Yi's fingers suddenly froze on the edge of the teacup, his slightly pale knuckles reflected against the porcelain-white wall. He lowered his eyelids, his silver-white eyelashes casting a shadow under his eyes.

"It's quite funny." He suddenly sneered, "Your expression when you cry like a milk dumpling is very funny."

Meng Anran glanced over with a sharp gaze as she raised her eyes, then curved her lips into a smile. "I sat there crying for over two hours, then I overcame my fear, put the snake in an iron cage, and released it."

Lu Yi didn't say anything. These were all the "pranks" he had played on her, and they were also the reason why she hated him since she was a child.

What he saw as a little joke was a childhood scar that she would never be able to heal, so it was understandable that she couldn't forgive him easily.

"Speaking of which, I'm so brave and able to remain calm in the face of danger, thanks in part to you." Meng Anran pressed the lid of the tea bowl, and the fragrant tea fell into the Gongdao cup. A faint smile lingered on her lips, without any resentment, as if she had let go of her childhood experiences.

Lu Yi stared at her in surprise, "Lu Anran, are you okay?"

How can we just let go of the pain we suffered in the past?

She should always remember, she should take those lessons to heart, and she should be vigilant and on guard against others at all times, every minute and every second.

Instead of...letting go and forgiving.

"Don't get me wrong, I haven't forgiven you." Meng Anran glanced at him and poured him a cup of tea. "You are still as annoying as ever."

Letting go does not mean thinking that everything in the past can be wiped out and being able to make peace with those who have hurt you.

But when you become strong enough, the setbacks you have experienced in the past become insignificant and insignificant.

Lu Yi sneered, his light pink eyes still filled with unruly mockery, but the curve of his thin lips showed his approval of her idea.

He always felt that being hated by Meng Anran was the best thing in the world.

Maybe he is really sick.

"So is there a video?" Meng Anran asked this question again, mainly because her best friend Liu Zhi repeatedly told her to ask Lu Yi to get the original camera's high-definition video, and was waiting for her news.

"Of course." Lu Yi stood up and took the phone from the bedside table, then pulled out the latest video from the album. "We've done all the fun things, so shouldn't we keep some memories?"

He handed the phone to Meng Anran.

In the video, Lu Yi kicked over a wooden window, and Chen Xiwen was so frightened by the sudden movement that his eyes popped out.

When the two little snakes flew towards her head, one could see her face turn from blue to white, and then from white to blue.

Meng Anran curled her lips, forwarded the video to her WeChat, and then forwarded it to Liu Zhi.

Lu Yi stared at Meng Anran's expression, half lying on the ground listlessly for a while: "The reaction is too bland, boring."

"Mr. An," the manager knocked on the door, his voice coming through the panel, "Ms. Chen said she wants to call the police..."

Meng Anran raised her eyebrows slightly, looked at Lu Yi, and smiled knowingly at the same time.

"Tell her," Meng Anran raised his voice, his expression as contemptuous as a god looking down on all living things, "if she thinks public opinion can be a sharp blade to stab me, go ahead and try."