After two consecutive days of night shoots, day and night reversed, finally a whole day off on this weekend.
Early in the morning, Shi Su slept for more than half an hour in the nanny van, feeling that the car should have driven back to downtown Jiang City, and tilted her head intending to continue sleeping.
The car suddenly stopped on the side of the road for a while, not long after, Chu Jiu got off and bought two roasted sweet potatoes from a roadside stall and ca back, saying that he ate them here when he passed by as a child and wanted Shi Su to try them too.
Shi Su, both sleepy and hungry, raised her hand to take it, took a bite, and a burst of sweet glutinous flavor instantly satisfied her taste buds.
After eating a few more bites, she was also sowhat energized, tearing open the outside of the old newspaper wrapping, intending to continue eating, tearing and tearing, suddenly her gaze halted—
She carefully and slowly took the roasted sweet potato out of the crumpled newspaper, then unfolded it, looking at the incomplete words on it.
"Jing... Ji... sothing..." she murmured this half-visible na, not knowing why it was so familiar, as if she had heard it sowhere but had no complete and clear impression.
What truly caught her eye was the photo on it, a picture seemingly snapped in a conference room, but the face visible was torn, unclear, only the figure from the neck down could be seen.
Upon a quick glance downwards, she inexplicably found it particularly, particularly familiar, and even when fully unfolded, it seed familiar.
The man in the photo could not be seen, but he wore a suit absolutely from the hands of a top designer, tailored and fitting, a similarly black handmade shirt, the whole attire was priceless, the man’s figure was tall and straight, cold and noble, inexplicably overlapping with the image of a man at ho who often wore the loungewear she bought yet still looked equally upright and handso.
Shi Su, holding that half newspaper in one hand, continued to eat the sweet potato with the other, biting it, suddenly, a scene of Jing Luozhou at her house that day flashed before her eyes.
At that ti, that guy’s expression was sowhat strange when facing Ji Han, he also had the surna Jing!
But judging from Ji Han’s expression and actions at that ti, there seed to be nothing special, the two seed to be eting for the first ti.
But when Ji Han was rescued by her back then, the clothes on him, already stained with blood beyond recognition, seed to be a suit, the craftsmanship and quality were absolutely superior, no less than what the man in the photo was wearing.
She lowered her head again to look at the faceless figure on the newspaper, each glance could fully overlap with Ji Han’s figure.
This height and build, this superior body proportion, and an indescribable familiar feeling...
Shi Su once again carefully read through this incomplete newspaper.
Suddenly, she turned her gaze to Chu Jiu beside her also eating roasted sweet potato, her eyes directly going to the other half of the old newspaper wrapped around the sweet potato in Chu Jiu’s arms—
Swept by Shi Su’s gaze like that, Chu Jiu, who was enjoying his al, gradually slowed down his biting speed, then looked at her with a face filled with unease and hesitation: "Shi Su? What’s up?"
"Let see the newspaper." Shi Su gestured with her eyes to the thing in his hand.
Chu Jiu dumbly looked at her again, not quite understanding, but instinctively quickly removed the newspaper around the sweet potato and handed it over to her.
Shi Su took the newspaper and looked at it carefully again, from the printing color on the paper, it should be the sa issue of the newspaper, but it was not the complete sa one as hers before.
This one only had a date written on it, it was a newspaper from about a month ago.
But one could see the fragnted words on the page summary and the main title indistinctly.
Yu Jing Group...
Jing... Missing... Highway... Cliff...
Cliff?
Cliff?!
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