How wonderful, her Little Sound still cares for her like this. Although it’s not about love, it’s a lifelong affection.
She understands, Little Sound is also doing it for the eldest sister, giving her all the love from the eldest sister.
She was so immature back then, standing between the eldest sister and Little Sound for so many years, yet the two of them never blad her, never hated her, instead still cared for her so deeply.
She is so lucky.
Therefore, this ti she should also give her all for her family, she doesn’t regret it.
She tries to smile: "I’m okay, it’s just that my phone ran out of battery."
Luo Xiansheng solemnly instructs: "Yan Jian, listen to , definitely don’t co along. Middle Ages can’t be left unattended, you have to take care of Middle Ages. Also... you should stay ho and accompany Grandpa Tang well. Although you pretend not to know, I think the old man must already know about Asia. He remains calm just to make us feel assured. With fewer people at ho, you have to accompany the old man well."
Yan Jian tears up and nods vigorously: "I understand. I will."
Only then does Luo Xiansheng sigh lightly: "Yan Jian, listen to , during the ti I’m gone, you must take good care of yourself. Don’t push too hard on the graduation project, eat well, dress warmly. Don’t worry too much about Middle Ages’ business, business doesn’t happen overnight, take everything slowly."
Yan Jian covers her mouth, forcefully holding back the sobs.
She tries to smile, "Okay. Little Sound, don’t worry, I’m fine, I won’t be in trouble."
She is fine, she really won’t be in trouble.
She will never let her family know all that she is going through right now.
All of this will only beco scars of her own, even if it hurts deeply, she will only silently shed tears when she is alone like this.
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Night falls, cold wind sweeps across the huge tarmac.
Ben Shaming, disregarding everything, steps on the gas and drives through the barriers of the tarmac straight towards the private plane.
He rushes up to the plane before slamming on the brakes.
The tires screech against the ground, leaving heavy brake marks on the tarmac.
He doesn’t care, rushing out to grab Jamie who is about to board the plane.
"Where are you going?"
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Jamie, wrapped in a silver-gray coat, stands on the tarmac, clutching his hands to light a cigarette.
His deep blue eyes complent his gray cashre coat, making him look like a handso Demon King under the night lights.
He takes a deep breath, blows smoke into Ben Shaming’s face, and grins lightly, biting his teeth: "None of your business."
Ben Shaming stands still, needing to take two deep breaths to resist the surging emotions.
It was his expression back then, at first sight, that conquered him.
Back then, they were just thirteen or fourteen-year-old boys, Jamie had just arrived in France, his daylight obedience masking his sharpness, while at night his defiance broke through his facade.
Jamie sneaked out of the manor at night.
He wandered alone in the night’s city, unable to speak French and unfamiliar with the city’s nightti rules. His innate aristocratic aura and expensive clothing made street thugs target him.
Actually, from the start, Ben Shaming had noticed this child, yet he was more accustod to hiding in the Darkness, silently observing.
In the first incident, Jamie’s watch and gold necklace around his neck were taken;
In the second incident, even his expensive clothes were stripped off.
Facing the nacing presence on foreign streets, he neither cried nor shouted nor resisted much. He simply held his remaining underwear tight, coldly watching those around him.
Under the streetlights that night, the light stretched long, with strands of golden light draping over him, highlighting his deep blue eyes akin to the sea.
He surveyed his surroundings, his gaze lingering on Ben Shaming for a mont, before moving away without warmth.
In the third incident that followed... he was pinned down and beaten by a group of immigrant kids. Throughout, he never begged for rcy, only saying one sentence: "Don’t hit my face!"
Back then, Ben Shaming didn’t know, he needed to keep his face intact to continue playing his puppet master role after returning.
Then the fourth, fifth tis...
In quiet invisibility, he had already studied thoroughly the tricks of those attacking him, the escape routes, gang division modes, and began to counterattack.
It was only then that Ben Shaming started to truly appreciate this child.
It turned out that every ti he ca, there was a few gap days that he’d disappear. At first, I thought he was just hiding to heal but he was actually using those days to digest, understand, and absorb, both learning moves from those street kids and simultaneously breaking down their flaws, thereby finding ways to counterattack.
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