Xie Yanyu chuckled softly, "When have you ever understood him?"
"Well, we did grow up together..." Xie Wanqing retorted somewhat unhappily, but halfway through her words, she felt her brother's point was valid.
Indeed, she never really understood Lu Ziyuan. She used to think that despite his cold demeanor, he had some sort of feelings for her.
It was only after having those dreams that she realized everything was just her own wishful thinking.
Such a cold-hearted person not only had no romantic feelings for her but didn't even have the affection of growing up together.
In the dream, she ended up coughing blood that led to her death, which seemed like a punishment for her self-deception.
Thinking of this, Xie Wanqing said languidly, "Forget it, let's not talk about him. It doesn't matter what he does, I'm done with him."
She had long decided on this union and had a clear way to disengage from Lu Ziyuan's sudden obsession with marriage, not wanting to bother with him anymore.
