"Who exactly is that person?" Xu Zi asked her after a long silence.
Luo Xikui heard his slightly hoarse question again and slowly pulled herself out of her memories.
She looked at the sunlight outside the window, so bright and comfortable, yet she felt a chill emanating from her body.
She had promised Xin Chun, and she would keep her word. Xu Ziyu had already found out about this, and now she was the only one left to take responsibility.
She forced a bitter smile: "If you're asking who the father is, I don't know."
Xu Ziyu looked at her expression, his heart tightened, and he immediately regretted asking the question.
But there was no time for regret now. Luo Xikui was laughing and crying, and her condition seemed a bit off.
"I don't know, several of them cornered me in the alley, and I fainted afterward." These two sentences are not fabricated; there were indeed three or four people there that day, and she did indeed faint afterward. Let him imagine the gaps in between.
Ultimately, she didn't dare to directly tell him about her unpleasant experiences; how he imagined it was his business.
Tears fell like rain in June, unstoppable. She tilted her head back and tried to hold them back, but her shoulders trembled as if she were crying or laughing.
Xu Ziyu reached out and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly and burying her head in his chest again. He truly regretted it.
He has few regrets in his life, but every single one of them is related to her.
When she begged him not to investigate, he shouldn't have investigated.
He dug open the tumor that caused her the most pain, and the sight of it bleeding profusely made her cry uncontrollably.
He assumed she had always been pampered and spoiled in China, so he neglected to contact her, never expecting that something like this would happen to her.
He held her tightly, afraid that even the warmth of his entire body wouldn't be enough to give her comfort.
"Ayu." Luo Xikui gradually stopped crying, pushed away his embrace with both hands, took many steps back, looked at him, and said softly, "Go back, let's stop at that last phone call four years ago."
This means they should not contact each other again.
He stared straight at her, and this time he finally understood why she kept saying they couldn't be together. This fool, did she think that he would abandon her? He would only be in more pain and suffering than her. How could he abandon her?
He stepped forward, ignoring the pain in his knees, and walked up to her. He put one arm around her waist and the other on her chin, then lowered his head and kissed her.
Luo Xikui was stunned, her mouth agape in disbelief. She had already gone this far, so what did his reaction mean?
Xu Ziyu pressed his lips to hers, gave her a light kiss, and whispered, "I'm sorry."
If he were in China, he would have waited for her to finish practicing the piano and would have gone with her, and such a terrible thing wouldn't have happened.
Luo Xikui stared at him blankly. Why did he apologize to her?
“Let’s start over.” Xu Ziyu took her hand. Her fingertips were a little cold, and her palms had thin calluses from playing the violin.
"Start over?" She could hardly believe what she was hearing. He had been misled about what had happened to her, and he was actually telling her to start over?
“Yes, let’s consider four years ago as a comma, and let’s start a new beginning.” Xu Ziyu gently rubbed her fingertips, trying to give her warmth.
"You..." She was so surprised that she didn't know what to say, and a wave of bitterness welled up in her heart.
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