La Zhuangzhuang was so intimidated by Li Yeqi's gaze that she didn't dare to meet his eyes. Inside, her heart was pounding. She wasn't sure if he had found out that she did it on purpose. She lowered her eyes and said quietly, "Even if it affects my future, I accept it. After all, it's my past. It's just when I think of Xiyuan..."
Her voice paused, filled with sadness. "Thinking of him, thinking of that child, my heart still aches. Brother Qi, will I never be able to get over it in this lifetime?"
Li Yeqi lit a cigarette, his dark eyes as if ink had spilled into them, deep and somber. "Time is the best medicine for healing everything. It's not that we can't forget or move on, it's just that not enough time has passed."
The implication was that if you leave everything to time, there will always be a day when you forget and move on.
