An An thought about it. If she hadn't seen that pendant, she still wouldn't have understood back then.
Back when they were kids, Lu Mingfei was a freezing cold iceberg. The gift she gave him, he threw it straight into the pond right in front of her.
She never imagined he'd go back and fish it out.
An An sounded a bit reproachful. "Then you were really awful too. You treated me so badly before, it made me always feel like you really hated me."
"It wasn't that I hated you. Back then I probably just felt you were too good, and I didn't want to stain you."
In fact, there was still a portrait of her carefully kept in the Lu Family's old house.
He had drawn it himself, from the first time he saw her. She was being hunted down, and he hid her in a dried-up well.
Later on, when he went back to the old house, he'd have to bring that portrait back.
He was sure An An would like that painting.
