Perhaps those medical bills were truly insignificant to him, but she couldn’t think that way – no one was obligated to help her.
However, Lu Xixiao seemed very different from what she had previously thought.
She used to think he was wild and carefree, fickle and heartless, with many questionable friends, getting into fights, living a life of debauchery, playing games with people’s hearts, someone who was so unrestrained that he didn’t care about many people or things.
So, she had tentatively planned to use him to get revenge on Guo Xiangling.
After all, he wouldn’t truly care about her, and wouldn’t be hurt.
If everything went according to her plan, it would only take a month – Lu Xixiao never kept a girlfriend for more than a month.
Just one month, and she could get revenge on Guo Xiangling, then part ways amicably with Lu Xixiao, each going their separate ways.
But now, she discovered Lu Xixiao wasn’t like his surface appearance at all.
He was very thoughtful and had even become her grandmother’s lifesaver.
Lu Xixiao held his cigarette between his fingers, sat down on the steps, and turned to look at her: “Sit for a while.”
Zhou Wan sat down beside him, somewhat stiff, hands properly placed on her knees.
The autumn breeze felt nice on her skin, though her face was a bit dry from crying. Zhou Wan wiped her face, saying softly: “Lu Xixiao.”
“Mm?”
“Do you like being in relationships?” she suddenly asked.
Lu Xixiao turned his head, his gaze becoming playful.
But Zhou Wan’s gaze was calm and clear, her eyes pure.
Lu Xixiao looked away, smiling faintly: “No.”
“Then why do you have so many girlfriends?”
“Just bored.”
“Did you like them?”
He didn’t answer, just smiled noncommittally, very indifferent.
Zhou Wan understood his answer, and then asked: “Aren’t you going home?”
“Nah.”
“…”
After a while, Zhou Wan asked again, “Why do you live alone?”
“Moved out early,” Lu Xixiao said with a wry smile, “Besides, my dad brings women home now, better not to see it.”
He said it very directly.
Zhou Wan picked at a hangnail until it bled, she raised it to her lips, the metallic taste of blood spreading between her teeth.
Her eyelashes trembled: “Do you hate that woman?”
“That woman has nothing to do with me, I just can’t stand Lu Zhongyue being like that.”
Lu Xixiao leaned back, hands propped behind him, chin raised, his profile smooth, Adam’s apple prominent, sharp as a bloodless knife.
Around them, people hurried in and out of the hospital.
He spoke in a very calm voice: “Lu Zhongyue betrayed my mom and caused her death, so I can’t bear to see him happy.”
Zhou Wan was stunned.
She knew his parents were divorced, but this was the first time she learned that his mother was gone.
“I’m sorry,” she said softly, lowering her head.
Lu Xixiao looked at her, raising an eyebrow: “Besides ‘thank you’ and ‘sorry,’ what else can you say?”
“…”
Zhou Wan looked at the stars in the sky – the fog was heavy today, making even the stars seem unclear, gloomy, and dark.
“Lu Xixiao.” She looked at the brightest star, the North Star, trying to find direction from it, “Then if someone betrays you, what would you do?”
Lu Xixiao glanced at her, smiled, and answered half-jokingly, carelessly: “I’d kill her.”